We are going away
In our own special way.
And where we are now
Who is there to say and how!
Nothing is known to us,
And what we say all false.
Backward or forward
Let me say each is a coward.
Are we not fools?
When we fear the pool
With tools!
We are beating each other,
And we are facing the danger,
How is it we are staying cool, dear!
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