He has passion   for ecology   Compassion   for minorities   He carries printed placards   To put an end to war   He’s a hero   He’s a rebel   with a half a hundred causes   He peddles his petitions   door to door      He’s at home among the homeless   singing set my people free   He will march   with total strangers   But he will not walk   with me      He writes letters   to his congressmen   on Indian indignities   Black men   are his brothers   He bears collective guilt   He’s a prophet   He’s a pacifist   But tho’ peace   is his objective   he has no fear to see   his own blood spilt      His roots are with the rootless   That’s where he needs to be.    He will die    with total strangers    but he will not live    with me      He feeds and shelters animals.    Unselfish are his deeds.    He gives away his worldly goods    and has no notion of    my needs.    Lover look away a moment,    tho’ the ghetto cries,    long enough    to see the hunger in    one person’s eyes.      Passion    for ecology.   Compassion    for minorities.   He weeps to think that anyone    could ever be    alone.   He’s a seeker   He’s a saviour    who strives to    save the children   But he’s never had    a child of his own.      He’s united    with the universe   He’s at one    with stars and sea   He can love    the whole damned human race   Oh   Then why is he    so afraid to be    in love    with me?