There is a school which graduates don't leave.
No leaving. Only coming at any time.
Number of students increased. Their pride was formed, too.
"Truth is here therefore students gather, " school officials say so.
"Wrong doctrine gather no student."Their faith was born.
Here is a textbook.
Two men were excited to argue about a large glass board
which they have broken while they carried it in a dark room.
The one said, "This is blue." "No, this is red."the other objected.
Different another one came, and turned on the room light.
A student read it aloud,
teacher and other students nodded satisfactorily together.
There is no light in this world.
People bump a head each other in the dark.
And they fight to say "It's your fault."
Then, people are always busy
to make rules for judging which man is wrong,
instead of turning a light on.
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