A child moved far from the road,

To let a grownup pass.

A student quickly arose,

On sight of a teacher near

A worker straightened and saluted,

Due to a senior approach.

Now they say:

we have lacked respect

For we no longer move.

For we no longer stand.

For we no longer Straighten and salute.

But i say

we have lost nothing

For how can you loose what you never had?

 

For never was their respect

but fear

Pure dictatorial fear of:

The beating for failing to move

The end of school for failing to stand

The sack of  a lifetime for failing to salute

For we have not lost anything

But they have lost;

Power to command dictatorial fear.. .  .

that they were granted by customs and status

But respect they must learn.

 

For let those who point accusing fingers at us

search their bodies, mind and souls

To clean up there acts

gain respect

To make a better society.