Life is such a fickle thing, one might even consider it a punishment for some ungodly crime. Those rich and powerful, who are they to complain, they've never had to play this wickedest of games. Whilst the poor and beaten and often mistreated suffer beyond compare, but the majority, oh the majority simply sit on by with a blank stare.
It takes a day, dedicated to fighting this fray, for them to even have the slightest of says. Red nose day for one, is nothing but good jolly ol' fun. Preople smile and laugh, then hand over all of their cash. Come, come! Hand over the cash, you're not a good person till you've given this a bash.
It sickens me that we need such a day, to help those fighting the hardest of frays. We are able, we are keen, why should we begrudge them the price of a bean? Give these people a chance, help them by giving them a future that is enhanced.
So when you hear them speak of the days, when chairties are getting public attention over their long fought frays.
Ask yourself quietly, is it right, that it takes all that work to bring such good such light?
No, it is wrong, we should - always - be thinking of fighting that throng.