A brilliant mind has fallen on hard times. Banished and living in exile (ok, so they’re the same thing; it’s important to get that point across), forced to read books under hazelnut trees, virtually incommunicado, except for those times when he’s been communicado, Byronic Man sounded the call for assistance.
In the face of this hardship, readers rallied.
Streisand and Bieber rallied. Chipmunks chimed in.
Marcus Aurelius considered tearing out his hair.
Tomato plants were watered. A garage may or may not have been cleaned (it’s complicated).
For (a) more (entertaining read) about his plight, look here. And then join the chorus. They especially need altos.
There comes a time
When we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are tomatoes dying
And it’s time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can’t go on
Pretending day by day
That someone, somehow will soon make a change
We are all a part of
And the truth, you know a book (or wireless) is all he needs
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let’s start giving
Send him your heart
So he’ll know that someone cares
So his cries for help
Will not be in vain
We can’t let him suffer
No we cannot turn away
Right now he needs a helping hand . . .