With pride, anarchy and power
You stay in the high tower
Your people labor a lot
Your people suffer a lot,
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With pride, anarchy and power You stay in the high tower Your people labor a lot Your people suffer a lot,
You don't see them looking back You don't care of them in check You only pay them a little They eat; they drink so a little,
They increase your happiness You increase their sadness They pain, they cry, they die You pile your means as high as sky.
Anarchy and power! ! With mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.