His destiny in his own hand
An easy trade without a brain-cap
Ignorant, a man without a plan.
A future he sold for a grain-cup

Bottles, bottle in the house of bottles
Imprisoned by his own greed
Unable to solve life's puzzles
He is nothing but a helot.

He stares his slave master, dazed.
His gold replaced with cubes.
Through the city preach he concord.
For a fee of food crumbs

Dazed! The land owner rent his house
The lord of an empire is servant.