Who told man that he must till to take?
When did nudeness become such a whore?
What is this experiment meant for?
Where do we go if we go from here?
Why, tell me, is fear so dear, my dear?
Obedience is moral escape
We will look longer than would blindness
For exit wounds. For food, the thought kind.
Milgram’s home of gypsies, Jews and Slavs,
Fears residence with obedience