Two innocent men walk into each other’s paths,
A crime made a spectacle of them both,
A cell of squalor occupied them after much hope,
And the end of life happened all-of-a-sudden.
These men were names that sought no corruption,
But the hypocrites blamed them for their high-approach;
The accusers claimed a prize for the world to know
That their judgement was the best, the very holy one.
But no holiness or blessing could reach them!
Just this was not asked, just this was the only dispute!
We are those two innocent men today
And we will remember them for their special life.
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