when wealth accumulates in hands of fools,
they do all to please senses of evils,
philanthropic face masks to look good,
none could predict their notions until last moment.
when wealth of stolen knowledge in hands of fools,
they do all to invent new things with no basics,
academic spectacles on their noses to be nerds,
none could presume where their findings would lead
when wealth and power accumulate in one's hands,
where party members are puppets to ideological bands,
poor people all around world have hidden treasures,
only visible to eyes of all time destructive developers
when people poor in knowledge of wealth and survival,
get united, masks of evils will get eliminated..
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