Most germs
do not accept terms
neither do the worms
We can't even die
on our own terms
When we take a good
look at freedom lust
we hardly have any
to trust
but trying we must
until we bite the dust

We come here captured
in a body
Then we grow and become
nobody or somebody
We can't even choose
our own name
parents have to go through
the same
and we'll be lucky not to
suffer any shame
Life can be a cruel game

Society has laws and rules
but selfish desires drools
As long as we conform
we suffer less harm
Anyone that tries to make
their own terms
may get an earlier visit
to the worms

opg