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I feel sad when I see,
We men are not still free;
Religion still runs rule
Over all human fools;

Still the earth is not ours,
Many blind wild powers
Its green map occupy;
They all dance, people die.

I feel sad when I find,
Still cry the whole mankind,
Only a handful Trumps
Play here their pleasure-drums.

Are we only Christian, Jew,
Muslim, Jain and Hindu?
Have we yet not been Man?
If we can’t be, who can?

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