Changed and rearranged by things that I behold

Sifted then lifted and burned to purest gold

So collectively affected by the popular and old

On strings like puppet things only doing what I’m told

Like me all see that we were free but now are sold

To the system are we slaves losing wisdom growing cold

Change us now.

‘Amender of men’ be so bold

As to stir the many sleepers and arouse the blinded fold

To see the face we traded for comfort and for gold

And upon it lay our eyes till we become what we behold