Heat waves blow
In the water flow
When thirst was quenched
Grief was gathered
By errors, with errors
Our journey we carry out
If not to errors
Where else can we reach out?
We are entangled
In uncontrolled opinions
We are suffering from
Our own views
We stagger a lot
Even to live we hesitate
We hate facts
We have no emotions
When we seek for literature
We receive mere vocabulary
When we wish for music
We hear noise-jugglery
Why is this?
Finesse, why should we miss?
Sculptures of our thoughts
We have to sculpt properly
Paintings of our descendents
We have to up keep safely
To have a glittering history,
We will have to alter ourselves
To have our world
As a sweet epic
let us live like good words
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