Wisdom's Victims

With a day spent

We gained some

Of the knowledge

The world hums.

A music that's made

With no words in them,

A song that's sung

To help us blossom.

We hear and see

All the wisdom,

We sing and dance

To the rhythm.

We learnt in the past

About a system,

Which we now live in

One we cannot fathom.

We shall walk away

Such is the custom,

Of the land we live in

For we are the victim.