The great man knows
The inferior race
Is a matter of
Dishonour and disgrace,
It brings only regress,
But to the inferior souls
This type of contest is a matter of progress,
It gives them great joy and pleasure too,
They always relish this situation
With their heart's content,
They are born for this,
No matter
What the great world thinks about them.
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