The collar, you see, restrains the beast
In his pursuit of a fancier feast.
The dollar, then, restrains the man
From following after his self-centered plan.
Blue collars, white collars,
Dollars dripped in red.
Which collar, for you,
Will they place around your head?
Will you be led to believe that the collar you earn
Is solely based on the knowledge you learn?
Or will you discover that the number of dollars
Determines the number and color of collars?
It is good and well to aid mankind
Upon this noble trek;
But do it for the reasons of progress and love;
And not a collar squeezing your neck.
Dirt may not encapsulate water, but the water will become muddied for a while.
Religion may not encapsulate the spirit, but its (spirituality) perception by others will become distorted by it.
The Dominion may not encapsulate natural law, which is free, but its efforts in doing so will make mankind slaves of [their] law.
De-evolution to a primitive, animal-like state
While the sheep that they eat call it winning and great.
O, onward you go, sleepy sheep, with pride, to the slaughter
Pulling along with you your sons and your daughters.
Will you cry out, on that day, as loud as the Dominion will roar?
Will your weak voice be heard, or will it reach a closed door?
Cast off those shackles that tackle your mind and your heart,
But hurry, beloved readers, before they tear you apart.
His control is an illusion and only for a season;
Your will is true and joined with everlasting Reason.