Our ancestors knew how to glory In the nakedness of their skin They scarcely bore an image hidden They were crude, nude and true   We who are of them Full of inventions and desires Have borne our crudity in style Our nudity in an appeal of disguise   How true can a man be Who hides his confidence beneath clothing And takes solace under cakes of make-up Smiling sheepishly and indifferently   It is not at all integrity […]