Marvels of Our Time

Try to understand, hopefuly forgive
If I decide to stand
Beside the rabble of this street
Too low to live amongst us
Unbecoming and unkind
Abused and so offended by how great
Is the overwhelming weight
Of the Marvels of our Time
Persisting still to knead their daily bread
Only thankful to be fed
By the pickings of our grime

I can understand, maybe not forgive
That we have all decided
To make life so incomplete
To make their life more hard
And unbecoming, and unkind
Deprived of revel, disallowed to speech
As they're far beyond the reach
Of the Marvels of our Time
Outside the gates of mankinds final breath
Where the world is just a wreck
Full of radioactive slime