We all know
And yet do not have the facts
We claim to be there
And yet are in other rooms
In other buildings
On other geographic localities
We are the kindness in your cereal
When your cereal is the murder
We love you to death
And smother you like your grandma
But as a reminder
She died of dementia and stomach bleeding
In a gulag in Ukraine
So good luck loving me
Good luck caring
Physics and nature have got their eye on your life
Thank the grim! for being there
All in all