You are the tyrant, you are the oppressed
You are the criminal, you are the victim
You are the doctor, you are the patient
You are the teacher, you are the student
You are the eater, you are the food
Yet you are none of these
Do you get the roles blending into unity?
Have you not played all these positions in the dream of a play of life?
Not all tyrants wear funny clothes
They stand up in front of masses
Bellowing a song string of lies
To totalitarian drumbeats
Are they monsters wearing crocodile smiles?
Yet, take a look, are they you in another form?
What hurt did you experience to become your present persona?