Many great ones through the agesHave attained to erthly poweryet they all had their houras we witnessed behind our cages .Sad it is when fate has failedto speed them.But for us whose job it isto feed themwhether this one's highor that one lowthe load on our shouldersalways go.Still the millwheel turnsit turns foreverthough what it uppermostremains not so.The water underneathin vain endeavor,does the work but always stays below.Many are different masterswho have ruled us in their dayeagles, hyenas and tigerseven swine have had their say.Which of them was betterthan the other ?Every boot's the copyof its brotherDo you understand what's here intended ?We don't need no masterswe want all mastery ended.Still the millwheel turnsit turns foreverthough what it uppermostremains not so.The water underneathin vain endeavor,does the work but always stays below.And they beat their handstill they are bloodyscrambling after booty.Everyone calls the other " rascal "and himself " the slave of duty ".Time has comme awayto speed them.Each in lasting conflictwith its brother.Only our will that we won't feed thembrings them to peacewith one another.Still the millwheel turnsit turns foreverthough what it uppermostremains not so.The water underneathin vain endeavor,does the work but always stays below.