What are you doing men?
What are you doing here?
You have no time
To do anything, I know.
But you are telling
You are doing this and that,
And you are doing something.
What are you doing men?
What are you doing here?
Here I see the air and
The stone as they were before.
Here I see the sky and
The light and they are in fight.
What are you doing men?
And what are you doing?
I am sorry, I am putting
All these questions
Knowing fully well,
Answer is not given.
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