Copyright Violators Poem by Chan Mongol

A bird sings own songs on a tree, in own urges;
A bird doesn't need a flock, gangsters for images! !
Buddha voiced alone for years, in the Jungle;
He got world famous answers, remedies for all! !
How many listened to Jesus when he preached?
But his precious sermons now worldwide reached! !
Later, known well of Socrates, Athenian philosophy;
In medicine, science, food, navigation, astrology! !
But many are now with Noble prize decoration,
They earn it with money, backup, connection! !
They cleanse surface of treasures of folks like me;
They are crowned as somebody, we are just nobody! !
They steal precious materials of unknown scholars;
But who will hold them as thieves, copyright violators?
Hearsay doesn't work anymore, like it did in old ages; ;
Technology, system securing crooks in recorded pages! !