You bow down to offer
your salaams to him
it is ok
but do not stoop down so low
that your turban falls on the floor
respecting your lord, boss, benefector
carries no harm till
you don't carry your head on your shoulders
and have no respect for yourself
being a servile servant bootlicking for favors.
Once you lose self respect, you lose everything.
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