Eventually, the question has to come up,
Be posed: is the world within we live, righteous?
A man is righteous, I think,
.
If he’s able to be patient with his fellow,
And coax from there all the goodness,
End a person’s pain.
.
And in this pain’s exodus
There is the human connection
Like a widespread feeling of skin and fruit,
Which when pervading will seem the essence of life,
Though actually just a privilege, something
Only truly impossible once it is gathered.
.
It is a deliverance,
An opportunity to notice the power in others,
Which of course boggles the rational mind
When juxtaposed with the prior theory
Of the proletariat’s savagery.