Why the rich do fool
And the wise all sit cool
None can truly tell
For we all may stink on earthly hell
They may have a retinue
Which they pay their job to continue
But why such a wasteful behaviour
I cannot say how it be a behaviour
Life tutors all these
He is an apparent vendetta
The mastermind murderer
He clouds us like bees
And leaves us a painful legacy
A life that is murky
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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