In thought of wealth,
Princely treasure O' darling you're
You can wobble right to indigenous pasture,
Leave thy futile aristocratic wastage,
See the suffering of hunger march,
Not in the crucial point of revolutionary rebel,
Be and let it be there
Real appearance of humanity
Seal me there where
All and I are in being of trustee
Always stay together.
Leave thy futile aristocratic wastage, See the suffering of hunger march, Great thoughts, great poem, great poet!
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leave aristocracy and be smart in humanity.....