Kowtow

I see a lot of people hustle, I notice how they bustle. I sense a lot of them working ostentatiously, I know they are tired and hungry Craving for success, for something new Yet only a privilege given to a few. Sick of fiction, got fed up with urbanization Are you a prisoner of your own nation? Subordinates obey their bosses A power that makes one weak, they possess Will you always agree too easily? Will you do as they say, eagerly? You can always disagree and say 'no' But you can ask too, if you don't know. Think twice first, know when to kneel An abused well-being is almost impossible to heal. You can touch your forehead on the ground But equality is at times quite hard to be found. A kowtow should be a token of homage, A sign of deep respect regardless of age-- Not a truce of superiority, nor an act of fake worship Of being a slave from your own shadows and steps.