Proudly. You are wearing a label of a human being –
On your soul made of sweet dreams, smiles and hopes,
On this piece of meat with jaded skin and jaded feelings,
Sliding downhill in life on a black run of its rocky slopes.
Proudly. You’re wearing a label of nature’s master,
And yet you’re a slave – abused – but fed and full,
Sleep-walking into unknown success and familiar disasters,
Politically correct and out-of-passions fool.
Proudly. Coward of a human that insists on being
With a detrimental inability of acting like one should,
Vegetable-to-be, slave now and a former human with no meaning,
You are just like all of us… Look around, and be rude.