Don't question what we've taught you;
Don't try to understand;
Some were made to lead, and some to follow;
We are the head, and you the hands.
It is the way of the world
That we should rule and you should serve.
Don't the snow-white mountains
Tower far above the coal-black earth?
It's right that we should tell you what to think,
What to feel, and whom to trust.
If you're wise you will remember:
All you have belongs to us.
Your life?
We may take it when we wish to.
Your body?
It is for our use, not yours.
Your mind?
It is far inferior to ours.
Your soul?
Do you even have one?
Less than human, less than nothing.
I've heard it so many times before.
What is life, if it means this?
Defined by others, living for
Enlightened despots who rule with iron fists,
In a land that is not my home;
Nothing but a tool, a toy, a tamed animal:
My body, mind, and soul are not my own.
Everything is beautiful in its time:
The silver tears shed for our children, husbands, wives;
The scarlet stripes that grace our backs;
The golden coins that buy and sell our lives.
They beat me down with whips,
And tie me down with chains;
But worse still are the whispered words,
The whispered words that never change:
Your body, mind, and soul belong to us.
I stand behind a prison door:
Less than human, less than nothing,
Never to be something more.
