Tell me, Muse, of how one can be so selfish.
Who first hand uses greed before need.
She who has declared power over the heads of others.
Who has instilled in oneself to yearn for the sorrow upon her surroundings.
When her prey is among thee who are attempting to walk, yet can not breath.
For the suffocation of those is intolerable,
But possible to survive through.
Though the thought of a brighter day enlightens the mind and enhances the chance of survival.
Yet the ability to endure the consistent absence of safety defines the withholder with substantial gratitude.
Explain to me, Muse, how she who holds the depression of others in her hands,
Fortifies her happiness by enduring the agony of others.