Not much left that I can respect from my heart
Pretend to bow, pretend to play my part
Poor soul has no muscle and so tricks
And yet, above all, creaks call him a freak.
Country, people and culture, a change
Nature, physical and human, the same.
Which authority to choose,
Dilemma remains the same.
Outgrow the heads behind the curtain, and the puppets.
Enlightenment- it breaks all the sockets.
Warning, beware of the risk.
As creaks call him a freak.