Oh man! Have you forgotten to see, they said
there is more to achieve, and so little of life ahead
why bother about the flower or the buzzing bee
moments of beauty, fetches neither butter nor bread
While they get him his food, he can give only his art
he cant survive without them, yet he pays them no heed
eating could keep away death,
yet they would give him their soul, for he shows, why to live
His are the words that wakes them from sleep
it’s his song on their lips that gives them the joy
when the farmers sow and reap,
the wheat is gone with a meal, like an used old toy
Now for that something that came out of his mind
not shaped out by workers in crowded factories
what is it worth if it makes them feel alive,
for that handful of people across centuries
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