I speak no language but my own and horribly at that

But who is to blame?

Not I, not you

Perhaps Them?

How can They say so much with such wisdom

Yet refuse to show Their faces

Cowards I say

Ridiculous cowards

Bending words to Their every whim

Words that we, the people, mindlessly wait hand and foot upon

And to what end my good fellows?

To what end?

-Life On Another Plane