Knowledge is power
little knowledge is more powerful
more dangerous
anytime anywhere it explodes
like a loosened bombshells explosions
without warning while approaching
into a mile-away
dog fight enemy zone
like a world war land mines
scattered everywhere
causes friendly fires and
extensive comrades damages
Little knowledge is venomous
perhaps the most poisoned human air ever
it could overthrow the thrown of
any nominal king
and when his knowledge speaks out
it's like a genius of nothing
too loud and too aggressive
a vexations to the spirit
Go quietly amidst
the random noisy tounges of the crowd
let your constituents acknowledge
your intuitive wisdom
as your shield and secret weaponry
reserve it
as the sniper bullet
one strike, one sure hit
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