What is that
I asked my son,
That blue batch.
And my son replied,
Dad, it is the symbol of,
So to say, faithful slave.
And at this I search
The meaning for life
Here on this earth.
How men use men
To fulfil personal desire.
Is my son there?
I asked myself,
And I got the answer
In a single word fire
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