Ashes of our yesterdays
Bygone days without education
But ignorance
Whitens our memories.
Cinders, remains, suffering
Of a neglected kinsmen
Without love nor care
Plaster our memories.
Who now are drunk
From wit and knowledge
Who now poeticise and philosophise
Holding reins of science and technology
Ready to journey compliant
Into the future yet unknown,
Where they shall rise
Like a whirling wind
And shine like a meteoric slide
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