Where Ignorance Sleeps In the Head
Tragedy where ignorance sleeps in the head
Citizens bleat for mercy and compassion
Women’s beads of tears roll for their seeds
Garden tools apply for visa to go overseas
As once exiled weeds trail their way home
Where ignorance sleeps in the head
Smoke rises from fiery chimney of ruler’s heart
Foxes roam countryside to celebrate their birthdays
Victims of fiery hearts supply farmyard manure
To peasants who dig when the sun is asleep on his bed
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