What do you call the place you live in?
I will describe it to you. Perhaps you can find a new name for it.
It is a place where men do not hold up their heads and look free.
Where men dare not seek what they were born for: life.
Where many men work and starve, and many work and turn into cabbages, and many steal and turn into rats, and a few own the land and turn into hogs.
Where nature is not as important as law.
Where law is cause rather than effect.
Where religion is faith rather than affirmation.
Where love is never as strong as things.