You look at those wobbly feet
And think his soul is weak
With pride, you yell, ‘you weakling’
Believing he is all wax and wool.
But you fail in your philosophy
That the fragile body has a fragile soul
You fail in your mathematics
That two weak legs are four weak limbs
You fail in your humanitorics**
That fragile feet have fragile hearts
Clear the webs of bias in your eyes
And see that sheep remain a lion.