What good is it to change the world,
When you can simply watch it spin
What good is it to right the wrongs,
When your skin can be porcelain
What good is it to fight for yourself,
When you sit atop a golden stool
What good it to mold the system,
When you can burn the coveted rule
Why should you change the future,
When you can be an object of the past
What good is it bring yourself power,
When you can remain a statue to be bashed.