WISDOM OF THE OPPRESSED
How fair is life, O wise one
Does it help the weak and infirm
Does it handicap the big and strong
To whom does the power belong?
You truly are naïve, said he, amused
What does fair mean to you and to another
Is it the same, or is it a matter of view?
Come with me and let me show you.
Yonder is the King’s castle on the hill
Whence he looks down on all his serfs
Exalted he is, but not by merit or deed
We are lesser mortals than he is, indeed!
But we put him there, O wise one
Wasn’t that by our freedom of choice
He is not a king, he is put there to serve
Isn’t free choice precious for us to preserve?
You didn’t put him there, neither did I
His glib tongue and oratory did the deed
His magic created the perfect illusion
All of us sipped from his magic potion
You think you have the power to choose
We are like lambs being led to slaughter
Lambs who think they have the power
When we stand before him we have to cower
Life is not fair, freedom is an illusion
Once we choose the king we are bound to be ruled
Do not dare to look the king in the eye
He is almighty and freedom is a pie in the sky
