No nest has yet been widened
No thought has been provoked
No heart has been awakened
No revolution has yet knocked
The lack of human feelings
Prevails in every dimension
The sack of poisonous stings
Numbs every true emotion
In such a polluted courtyard
Which fragrance can revive?
The path to lead us forward
To feel us in the world alive
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