there is a tear, old man 
on your face 
and your hands are shaking
is it fear, old man 
or just a trace  
of hatred awakening ?
 
you've a story to tell 
and you tell it so well
but the story is not
in the lines on a page, 
the story is 
in the lines on your face
 
this is the world, old man 
for which your worked 
and loved with passion
a cultured pearl, old man 
that your heart and hands 
helped to fashion
 
they want to change your way of life 
a life you thought was right
all you've held dear since birth, 
they'll rearrange
but I don't think 
you're going to live 
to see the change