Blind DesignsBorn today, gone tomorrow
Like a butterfly with no stomach
Born n the morning, dead by night
Oh—let me whisper
Oh—let me cry
What man has not learned?
What man will not learn!
In his pomposity, his rhetoric
With his abstract concepts
With his intellect
With his creativeness
He has become enslaved
By—them…
By them all, he will fall.
Ah! Yes—abstract concepts
Bombast and rhetoric
His intellect
His cleverness
This he leaves behind
To his decedents!...(he has not learned he has detac.