There is a growing concern...
Someone overqualified,
Seeks to run the madhouse.
The inhabitants have become disturbed.
How could someone of high integrity,
Desire to correct...
The madness digested.
The one who comes,
Is unlike the other ones.
This one comes free of derangement.
And suspicion clouds the faces,
Of those who are stunned.
And everything done,
Begins to upset everyone.
No one has tried to fix the madhouse.
And those inside despise,
Anyone who does not decieve with lies!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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