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.
They’ll 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.