In this world
We have too many greats and giants;
Reverences for some, most are nuisance.
Some live but better dead;
They are dreaded, bled and evil spread;
Others are dead, but in our hearts, alive.
They fight for the deprived, justice survive.
In this world
Great confusion between the true and fake;
The reptile molted their skin, but still snake.
No vanity or pride, the true are just simple
Against all domination, they are never racial.
In this world
We see a mix of praise and blame;
The fake played games, gained fame.
The wise are exemplary earthly saints;
Their work earned respect, no taints.
In this world
Vice and wise, hard to tell;
Talk or walk will ring the bell.
Warm air in coloured glass spells fake;
Sound jade is hard to scratch or break.
wonkywizard 