becoming the mass

the sorrow we declare can still be real
if there's no plain connection just a shared
being in place and yet one who has cared
will not for that reason even think to deal
in any unjust way nor even to conceal
what they believe of those who have fared
into the public seas those who once dared
to shout to the very heavens their appeal
now what we see is not the false but true
feeling-together that requires a special space
where all who know can bow and wail and weep
nothing they've done they now will ever rue
they have been found in every private place
and their earnest tears just will not keep