Equal Heartâ€™s The feeling of hate is less than a myth, Integrity lost, thus lost into a shadowy mist. They look up, while heads are a frown, factual pressures that inevitably take them down. Though words are just words, a stick and a stone, The joke thatâ€™s only funny to the ones who do not know. When otherâ€™s looks up and another looks down, The definition of brutality that becomes just another show, The consequential empowerments, that no one else really knows. â€œA day and a lifeâ€. â€œA day in their shoesâ€. Those are analogies, unfortunately true. The kid in the hall, the homeless on the street; They heard the unjust voices, but never said retreat. The ones who are different, the ones who are just the same, The ones who define a simple purpose, That are not the ones to blame.