"Wake up" - my son!

"Wake up" - my son! 

I've lived in darkness - covered

by white lies. 

My heart precipitates on seeing the poor little

Goats - Aren't they? 

Two cents' worth - from my mind,

I break a piece off.

My son - Aren't you? 

Life's like a ring-a-ring o' roses,

Where the bastards drew the circle.

Where we 'must' join our hands,

And go - round and round.

We all fall down? 

"All blind goats!" - They all fell,

But why you? - My son. 

"Fall!", but fall like no one else had fallen.

Because fall isn't bad at all. 

"Remember!" - Fall isn't bad,

But fall somewhere else,

And rise! 

With your own bag of bones.

(*claps)

Wake up - my son, "wake up!"

The time has come.

-Anish Baskar