Ignorance

Ignorance

'What has't thee done,
to this sacr'd landeth'
Shouts a voice of reasoneth, alone.
 Yet, th're lies nay response at handeth,
Only blank nodding and a did shine
Facade of und'rstanding, nothing honed,
The stupidity of man lies in a vast flote,
It keeps repeating, thee not seeth,
Until we keepeth making the same mistakes,
Thee dont learneth!
Thee ruminate and then arguments art madeth,
Then thee screameth thy und'rstanding,
And silence oth'r with bett'r ideas did lay!
Thou art beasts of ign'rance and wrath,
Thee chooseth death ov'r consid'ration,
And thou art supris'd about the future thee wrought!

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