Unlikely to so many beings just like me
I feel each and every fragment of agony
Mine and other's and other's and their's
I suffice it all believing it will be just fair

Fair to the ones who don't deserve it
Fair to the ones who would curb the world for it
Fair to the ones who bleed for the fair
Fair to the ones who bleed with care

But feeling doesn't seem much enough
So I sweep...