Why be content
With dreary routines of existence?
All of which
Is fallacy, falsehood and pretence
The powerful mind
Shall not rust idly in waste
If not used well,
Because all life passes in such haste
Accepting the obvious
Is grave injustice done to you
Question the truth
And seek out answers anew
Our purpose
On this earth is indeed a mystery
Attempts to understand it
Were always treated as Devil’s sorcery
He who sought peace
Was always called the coward
Brave they were
For they moved on forward
The head of true genius
Will never ever bow down in shame
Their glory is eternal
For in vain is all fortune and fame
They stood tall, proud
When they were burnt alive at the stake
Their lives sacrificed
For mankind and its future’s sake
I am scoffed, mocked
And hated with contempt and jealousy
But, I too shall not bow
For I see their spirit in me…
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