The world, threatens the best of righteous men;
Bad men join groups to taunt them all their life;
But upright men have good deeds as haven;
Unhurt and stronger, they emerge from strife.
No doubt, the way things happen, none can bear;
The world believes in lies and pomp and show;
The evil ones appear to mostly fare;
The upright men are caused immense harm/woe.
Even the land for burying dead is sold;
There is no peace of mind and heart and soul;
Ignored are illiterate, the weak and old;
Accruing wealth fast-track is now man's goal.
The fate of fellow-men depends on men;
Some make the earth Heaven, yet miss Heaven.
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