People in life, chameleons they are, so much fake,
Sometimes here and sometimes there they seem to make.
For way up above, they consider themselves to date,
Gods of tomorrow, they lord over today and fake.
But melt in the storms of destiny, they seem to quake,
Demons of today, noble of tomorrow they fake.
Humbled by the experiences, the lord they finally mate,
For way up above all, is his hand on everyone’s fate.
Yet miss not a chance to stab the lord in his face,
For that is their nature, pulling down all in their wake.
People in life, chameleons they are, so much fake,
Sometimes here and sometimes there, they seem to make.
- Dr. Hira