1. If fate has thrown you in a town
Whose people, in their blindness, roam

2. And if their kin you find therein
Like tools that serve a useless end

3. Their means of knowing and unknowing
Both faulty paths to comprehend

4. If they would question of your grief
With ignorance, as if its source transcends

5. If love, they'd only show outside
While hiding malice they intend

6. If right and wrong they'd integrate
And question of the dead as if it ends

7. In their abode, while still inside
And in their lives, while breath extends