We are just the watchers,
Same helpless onlookers,
Of the unfolding pageant,
Before our clouded eyes.
Others make things happen,
Manipulate, distort, bend,
And twists the many laws,
To perpetuate their hold.
We've to be above the law,
To survive and to observe,
The puppets and the robots,
The bandits and marauders.
We burn all the curtains,
Let the fire raze the stage,
If we are to build an abode,
An Eden for a new generation.
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