They rode my back when my brain was blank;
My sweat and gold down dark pockets sank;
'A fool' they named my ignorant being,
And treated me like a mere, work thing.
In quarries owned by whom I got owned
The lore of lords on my two eyes dawned;
In slums of shame, chains and vulgar names,
I learned wisdoms and built my domains.
I long have known Earth is no jungle -
The huge ones here just 'kiss and fondle';
My strength has grown – I shall show some love!
I'll feed and fight – that's my 'right' resolve!
Like unschooled beasts, let us bite ourselves
And write good books to design our shelves!
We're civilised because we know maths;
We rule in sciénce and martial arts!
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