I have no style, I have no skill.

Feel so awful my heart I cannot still

to understand and feel.

The teamwork so strange and unbelievable

when it comes to organised crimes

how we human excel!

Rob the humble unable, who are busy

with their science, routine, hand to mouth toil.


Stone heart melting

Milk of natural kindness flow

Morning sun benefactor

It is

in all Hamlets, the tragedy grows; let us call it fate.

Today with its different colour, creed

Problem and quarrel, can we have it without hate?

Why we cannot? That we a civilisation matured

have walked into this twenty first century -- great!

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