How can I? The pit of all that is known In the bosom of another How Could I? As we walk streets of concrete make As we peruse stores of equal make Easily erected And simply enjoyed Aye These have earned their store-fronts Thru trial Thru blood And all in the mix of Capitalism There is no shame Such is the way of the world If ye, yrself, accomplished something Who would others be to tell thee to bend? As such, these storefronts have earned their right Thru combat, thru finance, thru intellect We, as such, have no right to bring them down On simple words. They earned their spoils And, as Grace would have it They share their Spoil with us A cup of coffee A cup of Tea An omelet made with special seasoning And a heart-felt smile How could any of us Condemn them for simply… For simply… Try to make better…. How could we….? Tis now a time to bask in each other Tis now a time to hug one another Tis now a time to understand one another Or…. At least.. We should get some