The past do exist
But do not insist
Or remember its glory
You will feel only sorry
Dead are buried
And not carried
For future preservation
They are buried deep under or offered cremation
It may be called foolishness
To find dead space
And dream about being king
When that sounds hollow ring
Past is an indicator
For regaining honor
If that is denied
Then move further and carry
That shall be right approach
For peak to reach
And show the result
Despite being faced by an insult
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