Fools in suit and tie, carrying their brains in their brief case
They walk on crooked knowledge, the absence of understanding the wisdom is out of pave ways
They worship their pens and papers, all they can fathom is within the shrine
Their hearts are blind, all they could see are thoughts that runs through their mind
The four walls of their minds is their penitentiary
Knowledge is truly the bedrock and these laureates has turned this rock into sedimentary
But ever since maturity died in elementary
A treasure outside books has become uncomplimentary
A fool will remain a fool if his foolishness keeps fooling him
Reality can never be realized if being real lies in a dream
An ignorant man is He who doesn't know and He doesn't know that He doesn't know
He knows above His pen and paper but but beyond them is what he doesn't know
Let Him who knows tell Him who doesn't know,
That the real knowledge might sometimes seems unknown
In the Empire of Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding, everyone appears like the emperor
But the true Caesar is the one who has conquered the Walls of School, the Faculty Of Education, the University of Life and their conquerors...
