Is this life with bunches
Some are so lucky
To live like candles
While they pay the sacrificial price
Wise saints they are
Some only blow sands into many eyes blinding them,
Wicked they are
As they drag plenty
To the ditch with their many lies.
Some are souls
To the society they build or change:
Iconic pillars they are.
Life is a vulture,
We are the chickens,
Yet life is a well
Offering water to us.
You were a wise saint and iconic pillar.
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