Myself,
Myself I am
Spreading world-wide,
Season and out of season .
What is seen
Is not your words,
But your appearance
That has no work.
And the legislatures are
There expressing their
Inability to frame laws.
Laws are going on their
Own way on this land
And we all are gazing at them.
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