Defer from the swarms
Who hiss coldly, with contempt
Comfortable not knowing
Gleefully unaware

They’ll slip away
From the sternness they adore
In the passage of time
Surely
Without delay

Surely they’ll burn
With primal affection
And yearn to cleave
For their distant kin

Surely they must
Fully know
The foremost truth
That bellows from deep within