The virtuous poor:

These disadvantaged youths!

Never you mind them, bigot – they are underprivileged,

They know not what they do!

In this city we must love our murderers,

These holy sinners in the dark red of the bloody night.

In this country we cannot call them vermin,

We cannot exterminate the horde – embrace them!

Even as the knife is shoved against your throat,

Even as they recruit your son to their ranks,

Even as they disgrace your daughter,

Remember: feed the poor, they surely hunger and thirst for righteousness!