An insane man was he. He screamed and alerted all till his throat went numb and right to scream succumbed, they were quick to judge.
And in vain men were they who rose up and stayed shut and choked his screams down and enjoyed their luck, he held a grudge.
Profane men there will always be who blaspheme the structure and build anew and wake all men up who sleep and of them the profane men would arise a few, They’ll push up and trudge.
And such ‘sane men’ would always flee; flee from all responsibility as they hide behind a curtain and see it all tear apart and change, they won’t budge.
 
Such is the fable of all society and all revolt. It takes not for change a Deity but simply a man who is bold.