inside a big beautiful box,
pencils held a meeting.

one of them spoke
in a voice, so strong,

"they peel our skin away,
they peel our skin away."

then expressed its wrath
another one from behind,

"time for rebellion,
time to sntach our freedom."

an old one, with wrinkles on its face
and on the verge of its last days said,

"my children, my sons!
nothing change is possible in nature.

if it were so,
the ants will sit on the throne,

and the tigers in the iron cages
and we in the pockets of the great."