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

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