I have a little wisdom to share wisdom they say is an absolute term
And no way any small measure;
Ignorance is the battlefield
Where fools die
Where cynics sneer at wisdom
Until they fall into the fool's ravine
Flushed by the flood of argument.
They learn lean
They die dwarfs
They live twice
Once as a ghost.
If you want your word to
Make a difference, be quiet
When fools rant and silent
When the cynics win
For wisdom is not a measure for fools
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