Some say religion
Controls sorrow.
But here?
See and say something
My dear brothers.
Are we really
Covered with a
False surface?
I know not.
Please come forward
To explain in right way.
A man in his sovereignty,
Now witness life pity.
And receiving pain always.
Think for a while men,
Where are you going and
The purpose of your living.
Think for a while
Your own idea that departs.
Men, keep your
Recollection straight.
Right religion is humanity,
Cover your head with it.
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