Shall I. . . ?

Shall we not all raise our palms in a mutual circle,
Gaze through in passive and un-moved view,
At the poor fallen beggar boy in the pasted gutter,

Shall i cut away at my arms embodiment til the pure essence of me flows out?
Shall i express my true and plagued emotions with a long and pure outflow of breath?
For,
I TRIED SO HARD! SO HARD!
I tried, i tried so hard. . .

Shall we not show our conjoined contempt,
For the sin-full and filth of the world beneath our feet,
The world that has all the evils of knowledge,

Shall i drench my brow and face with the liquid of ice, for some clarity of thought?
Shall i burn my hands for the single honour of holding the one way of communication?
For,
I TRIED SO HARD! SO HARD!
I tried, i tried so hard. . .

Shall we not spit upon the raised ideals of him below,
En-strengthen our own positions by crushing his,
Grind him down until his very being is en-grained into the dirt,

Shall i raise the oaken beam of justice to hold the very cord that will wrap my heads support?
Shall i throw this embodiment of my soul of the sheer rock face that holds up the land?
For,
I TRIED SO HARD! SO HARD!
I tried, i tried so hard. . .

Shall we not break his spirit and chain it to the floor,
The floor upon which is his lowly domain,
Deliver sacred kicks to his plexus and leave him broken,

Shall i hang my soul and body above the blackness of the abyssal nothing?
Shall i give in to the internal demons seizing my endangered mind?
For,
I TRIED SO HARD! SO HARD!
I tried, i tried so hard. . .