Handful of Fools
A team of fools is a quantum negligent;
You strive through labors to comprehend,
an ascension to celestial domes is lone;
and that solitude defines a crag throne.
Oppositions appear weak, when unjust,
forces of nature you should wisely trust,
to offer a faithful companionship of care,
open your hands to sky and embrace fair.
People ignore that freedom is above any
prime needs; a person may think of many;
but if some fools, Caligula want to reign,
subsequently their life will be to disdain.
Europe or America expect you to count,
a value is absolute, discipline 's abound;
there is no room for someones fantasies,
or of abandoned brains' needs to please.
Random teams of fools scatter in thin air,
another handful of idiots for them care,
because cabbages grow great on manure,
as artless efforts from silliness procure.
Nobody bestows an eff to useless kinds
no one invests his future on fools' minds;
some despaired Medusas cackle in dark;
psora-half-crazed dogs toothlessly bark.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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