The brain of a fool is hard —
No logic, no knowledge, no spark of mind,
No wisdom, no voice of conscience behind;
Ruled by emotion, the brain of a fool is hard.
I live in the paradise of fools,
They crave for gold, for power, for throne,
To fly their flags, to carve their stone,
In luxury of sin they dwell — the fools of the third zone.
The fools wade deep in the swelling stream,
No ground beneath, no space to dream,
Consciousness fades — the last breath sighs —
Yet they sit content, waiting to drown, with vacant eyes.
O Creator! Grant the fools Thy light,
Give them knowledge, wisdom, sight;
Gift them conscience, dreams renewed —
They live in the past — give them a beautiful future too.
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