WISDOM OF FOOLS
An old man of the upper class
Resting in the upper circles
Society has granted him - a name tag
On his office door, written in gold letters
As is the color of his mind and soul
But it seems to him a pity
That a golden boy such as himself
Should lower his towering status
And talk to fools, talk to me
Hatred born of ignorance
With sweet words so contorted
I am portrayed as fool by you
And unworthy of your wisdom
Or the smartness of your words
But as you question my capability
I must say, if I have failed today
And not been quite as competent
And the job not done perfectly
So did you, sir, on the subjects of
Sympathy and humanity because
Only a fool shares his knowledge
Unwillingly
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