There was a man, an intelligent man.
He thought so;
others said so,
and he was proud of his intelligence.
the beacon of the city, a guiding star
who guided all the others in the city
yet could not guide himself.
He didn’t know; he couldn’t see
what he was doing; who was sitting beside him;
who he has replaced by; and what’s happening around,
but he had clear eye sights
and was proud of his intelligence.
I am not laughing at him; I cannot laugh at him;
I love him for his truthfulness.
There are many such men who think
they are intelligent, but they don’t know
that they’re only tools in political propagandas.
There were two women, very famous ones,
who were used as tools to justify loot and plunder.
One lived in the West, the other in the East:
one was famous for her faithlessness,
the other for her faithfulness.
That’s true, human intelligence is limited;
people may solve simple riddles,
so they may think they are intelligent,
but they don’t know that
they are used as political tools:
tools used for different political games.
Poets were the propagandists who justified
what politicians did: how they turned two rich lands
One in the West; one in the East.
However, men and women think
they are intelligent,
yet they don’t know that they are used as tools
or at least, they let themselves be used
as tools for political games.
Human intelligence, afteral, is
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