We tend to know the wrong,
And get pulled by it's throng.
The result out, we swift curse!
We run away from truth,
Mar it's stem, despise it fruit.
And expect its result.
Your decision is you,
You have a choice of rule.
Discern the coin in your purse!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem