The Satyr

Dancing satyrs, in the West
You know not what is best.
You do not know the universal tongue
Of symbols which man has won.
You know not good or ill
But rather, you cause men to swallow a bitter pill.
Speaking to you, is hard or worse
For any common thing I share
You are not very well versed.
Common language, common thought
The human animal, you know not.
So, some strange, new thing art thou
A Satyr dancing and draws a crowd.