With as little thought, think you
Can be brushed aside
All their concerns, as waste of
Sweepings to one side?
Then you have never witnessed
The regard given
To duck clans, a road, crossing.
Respect, more lordly
To elephant, real king, he!
By pride-shrunk, stomped men!
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