Social position is all in the mind -
some gold is iron pyrites, you'll find.
Some silver spoons are made impure;
the plainer the silver, the purer the ore.
Some common blood is with fire infused.
The hierarchy rests on a bed of sand - it moves.
You'll find some people in shackles chained,
their minds held down by mighty weights.
But aspect of thought can pick the lock;
there's no such thing as caste or stock.
No, just preservation of blood and name;
through generations, bonds broken and bonds made.
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