People seek answers to their questions.
As if they have no eyes to see.
A mind to use.
Or perceive their misdeeds to leave,
Will not return for them to receive...
What was theirs to start.
But yet seek they do answers,
To their questions.
Without researching their activities.
Usually historically documented.
However...
Kept socially illiterate.
Unknown if given the answers,
Exhibited and shown.
What difference would it make,
In these days to place blame...
On what should have been but isn't,
To make sense for anyone...
Limited in brain activity.
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