Numbers overcome letters,
Matter is over mind.
We are free men in fetters,
Colours are making us blind.
We are handbags and cases,
Turtles learning to run,
We are a million faces
Looking almost as one,
We are roubles and dollars,
Robots, assembly lines,
We are blue and white collars
Voting and paying fines,
We are silent spectators
Waiting to hear the rules,
We are humble dictators,
Submarines sinking in pools,
Troops without a commander,
Prisoners in a queue.
Is there a place, I wonder,
Where we are me and you?