Do you know what it’s like to be nothing?
Of nothing? In nothing? For nothing?
Do you know how it feels to be pointless?
When woods are just trees
And trees are just wood
Love is madness
Greed is good
When the fight for peace
Is a constant war
Do you know what it’s like to be hated
For colour, for conscience, for creed?
Do you know what derision feels like?