To all of you who meander on the streets,
in cars, trucks, buses, taxis,
on bikes, scooters, or foot

Tell me what’s wrong with the world today,
and most crucially, why you still dawdle around like a fool.

Stop floating around like moronic drunks,
And crawl out from your oblivious natures.

Look at the homeless guy across the street.
His moth-eaten beard tangled like a jungle
His complexion, a canvas smothered with dingy blots, stains, and scars
His grieving expression screaming for a meaning to live.
Old cardboard as a pillow,
Trash bag as a blanket,
Curled up on the filthy ground, aching for a hopeless miracle to happen.

To all of you who meander on the streets,
in cars, trucks, buses, taxis,
on bikes, scooters, or foot,

Tell me what’s wrong with the world today,
and most crucially, why you now stand in front of society, still unwilling to make a change.

Take control!
Work that brian, that mind, those hands, those feet!
to wriggle out from the world of the clueless and the gutless.

Look at the earth...
CO2 heating up our only home like fire heating up water.
Ice sheet after ice sheet, as fragile as glass.
Raging hurricane after hurricane, engulfing countless lives and sweet, sweet homes in the blink of an eye.
Blazing drought after drought,
Bloody disease after disease,
And untamed animals who once roamed the mountains, the deserts, the grasslands, the plains, vanished from the face of the earth.

So to all of you who meander on the streets once again....

Tell me what’s wrong with the world today
and most crucially, why you still stand in front of society, still floating around like moronic drunks,
still sandwiched between the worlds of the gutless and the fearless,
still...aching for a hopeless miracle to happen.