You were just walking down the street minding your own business, maybe thinking about someone you just met and the light on their hair and wondering if they liked you as much when all of a sudden there's this empty hand in your path and you're a mass murderer and there's no excuse. You can buy spare parts of your self-respect back from the spare changers but the motor's broken for good. You can call the garage and get them to tow your conscience away, it doesn't work anymore.
Nothing works anymore.
And you want your innocence back. You have a right to the self you were before you walked down the block, you spent a whole life working at it, it's yours. And the homeless want their homes back, they have a right to the selves they were before, it's theirs. Whole lives broken. Whole lives blaming.