Challenge not the questions why

Take note and heed them well

Stand back, observe the queried sort

Not befall that which befell

The arrogant, dismissive type

Who mocked all reservation

Cast aside in flippant form

Those seeking explanation

For time would come, would come the time

When he himself was racked

Confused he could not ask for help

To hold his name intact

And so for want a fool was he

A fool he had to want

When thirst for knowledge lead him to

A dry and arid font.

◄ Court out

Profiteering ►


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