Preoccupied on Wall Street

They come in screaming, covered in the grime of the earth
They have a cause, the same one they have been fighting for since they knew how
They will take you by the hand shouting for you to join them
They say they seize the day yet everyone moves past them
Everyone holds the hand of a lover, or a friend or small child that is their own
They have no time for sentiment there is a world to be saved
But who will save them?
Who will keep them from grounded or save them from flash grenades
Who will teach them the real meaning of seize the day?