Go Back...

Walking out of the womb,
Clutching the cord of curiousity,
He takes his first step.
Unsupported, Unwithered of yesterday's innocence,
He takes his first step.
Not knowing the causes
Not knowing the consequences

In his own microcosm, he lives...
The others do not matter.
their loss and their wins,
are theirs, not his.
Never shed a tear or smile,
Not knowing the causes
Not knowing the consequences

What can change him?
Fear, Love, Defeat, coercion?
Why should he be changed?
So that it benefits you?
Benefits your kind?
Why do you perceive else?
So that you recline?
So that you are rewarded?
So that you are dead?

Go back to your farms,
Go back to your sickles.
Go back to your factories,
Go back to your Machines.
Go back to your houses,
Go back to your wives.

Go back, as He is long gone,
He remains no more.
He went when you were busy
He was standing beside you
He wanted to meet you, talk to you
He wanted to cry and say that he is no large
As you are is He, He was no master.

Go back He is long gone
He was other's delusion.
He varied in another's dreams.
He long went, into the last hedge that burnt,
Into the last dry well that was buried.
He remains no more.

Go back to your fields.
Go back to your factories.
Go back to your homes.
Go back!