Incorruptible

   
He's thankful for his savage grace,  
Heretofore unknown to science.  
Gratefully, he accepts the gifts  
Of calmly effected violence.  
   
He was given profound endowments  
(Though, he cannot say from whence).  
But the mystery is irrelevant—  
He's indifferent to suspense.  
   
He glories in his glacial warmth;  
His flawless imperfections;  
The keen esteem for authority,  
Which fuels his insurrections.  
   
The caterwauling moves him not.  
You don’t miss what you can’t feel.  
To all who propose a better way  
He sports claws, and fangs, of steel.  
   
He sees others gamboling in the light,  
Wondering silently at their glee.  
“Partake of our joy,” they call to him.  
Alas, "None for me,” says he.  
   
"Your revelry, I may not join,  
I’m the child of another nation."  
He bids them relish their delight,  
And beams smiling approbation.