Where art thou brethren
They have told tales of you
The brother lost to Ara
Who communes with spirits
They point to you in jest
You laugh at their lunacies
They adorned with fetters
Laugh the free to derision
Stay free kindred spirit
A thousand poxes on them
Entangled in their pursuits
Dying alive, oblivious to truth
How sane is their sanity
They luxuriate atop their filth
Mired in their own excrement
Whilst pointing at you
Onye Ara! Were! They chorus
But behold them afresh
Sane men living in insanity
Poverty amidst abundance
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