You take away my dignity,
But can't break my spirit.
You take away my Fire,
But can't douse my core Light.
You isolate to punish,
And I educate to annoy.
You want me to calmly go away,
And so do I, but I'm trapped.
I cannot escape because you won't let me.

You say you want High Ideals,
But you won't plumb the depths to root them out;
You hide behind a veil of Authority or Policy,
But never seem to question its inherent flaws;
You love the Scientific Endeavour,
But get coy and squirmish when the table turns;
You like being in control and applying the reins,
But despise the simple Fact that I exist.

And I know you hate me, deep, deep down,
Because I can see your Fear of the Unknown -->
I'm too In-Your-Face; too Noisy; too Opinionated;
Too Considerate and too Kind.
However, I'm also too Cunning to be left behind.

(I'll see you soon, when you finish your Games.
You'd better release me sharpish,
Before the Mob  arrives).