The man with blood so dry,
Made me cry.
The man with soul so dead,
"Wandering on a foreign strand".
The man of my own native land
"Concentrated all in self"
No blood, no emotion,
"Despite titles, power and pelf"
Seeing the conditions being sovereign
I wept, going down with that man.
The man, what has gone wrong with you,
You have forgotten your own truth!
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After reading the poem PATRIOTISM by SIR WALTER SCOTT, this poem has been written, I think despite everything with man, he is not conscious, why?