That we will be the better, bigger people;
No matter how they act (despicably)
As sure as churches raise a cross on steeple
We will be told we ought to work for good.
It isn't that I mind; I much prefer
To help where help is needed, and I would
Imagine I would do that if it were
Not so required. But it grinds my gears
That no one ever seems to think that they
Should change; should at last after all these years
Adapt, and meet us somewhere like halfway.
Why should we always have to turn the other cheek
Because we all know they will slap the meek?
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