I grieve,
I grieve for you,
For you, dear men.
With so many,
So many things,
You are still
Hankering,
Knowing fully well,
Their uselessness.
Your own
Gloomy shadow
Is on you, dear men.
And how to dazzle
You know not.
You know, dear men,
The art of
Going forward
And coming backward
With your so called
Knowledge, but excuse me,
You failed to use, so far,
The knowledge
So acquired in proper ways.
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