Society is nothing but a game. The seventh, having heard enough, now rose up in a rage. The Bard of Avon understood that life is but a stage. The eighth had listened skeptically. Her voice was finally heard.
Society's a discourse, though at times it seems absurd.
We all construct it socially through text and spoken word. And so these social theorists disputed loud and long, Advancing their analogies in voices sure and strong, Though each was partly in the right, and all were in the wrong. The timeless classic vision dies. The world's now seen through moving eyes. Rise of ego and of nation.