How far down do these tunnels go?
For how much farther into shadow
Can empathy extend?
Will the hopeful be frayed
And scattered in this dirt
In this brooding black sludge and grime?
How can the compassionate cope
As these tunnels aspire for new lows
To collapse from the might of distress?
They can and they will prevail
In a furious uproar
In a beautiful revolt