Brute power is attributed
To animals but to man
It is sheer brain
And he has been assigned
To contribute to life
And civilization
Keeping in mind
The unity of humanity
And the tenets of humanism
In the journey of our progress
At any cost
They must not be broken
With all these great pledges
When I am going down the street
To make a wonder pyramid
On the bank of Nile
If I suddenly meet with a power
So savage and so brute
That even he could slap me twice
On my rosy cheeks
Does it mean he wins
And I lose?
Never,
I am the cradle of all civilizations
In my veins I run
The seed of human history
In my chest I carry
Ten thousand years old blood
Sweetened with human struggle
How a slap or two from a brute power or a beast
Could ensure a defeat of a man whose
Roots of achievements go down
To the nether land
And up to the sky!
Men are men
And beasts are beasts
Without reason and logic they attack
And in front of their brute power
A man of culture and art always got
Defeat physically
But artistically he does not
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