As a young man, he thought,
How low can a breathing creature go?
What these lowly lifeforms deserve,
He knows it all now, his knowledge is so.
They would never enter,
That what he has declared as home.
On the peripheries of their own existence,
Their conscience meets his divine feet, wherever they go.
Several small people, riding on others,
Start feeling big themselves;
All they need is a true conversation and then,
They'd self-destruct, these self-proclaimed rebels.
There is a right place for everyone,
And someone now goes down to the lowest tier.
Shouldn't come as a surprise,
We do what we do, without any fear.
