In the heart of the collective, an archetype grows,
As the weight of the institutions endlessly flows.
But the soul of the individual fights to be free,
From the public opinion that swells like the sea.
Though the conscience is burdened by shadows of shame,
In the spirit of honor, we kindle the flame.
And we cast off the despicable bureaucrats' greed
To plant in the garden a holier seed.
Dim@Kantalis