Dear resolute and purposeful men,
In a world where hope is dimming,
Listen and speak between the phrases,
I hope your minds are hearing;
Walking the earth for a thousand years,
Happy and contempt unlike yourself,
Alienated by my folk,
‘Cause I take pride in myself;
The people interest me no more,
They despise my mind, my condition,
For spreading reason and happiness,
I’m the planet’s infiltration;
Too many audience, few performers,
They are running a barren show,
We love getting entertained,
Our problems leave us nowhere to go;
Staring at the screen or the nukes in hand,
It is the same addiction,
For not following their kind blindly,
I’m the planet’s infiltration;
The world lives scared and tied like huddle,
Loathing change and rise of reason,
A system of chains with useless links,
Adapting like the change of seasons;
Knowledge and skills are working well,
But for them there exists competition,
A small step is a long road to climb,
To destroy this infiltration;
Despite the odds and against it,
Only the solitary unseen tries,
Our kind is the architect of our failure,
Ask me how a hero dies;
Living in a crowded mindless soup,
Watching heroes working in the background,
Seeing our future so very clearly,
Some destroy while some are bound;
No one wants to see the way you do,
Don’t waste yourself for the nation,
Strive above the common tide,
Signed – the planet’s infiltration.
