Bitter to hear, better to be told;
Sour but sweetness is its aftermath;
Friend to few, enemy to many.
Scarce among humans,
Gives space to deceit and lies to take us into custody;
They brag and boast in our abode.
Come back to us, come to reform us;
Come grant us liberty, justice and fairplay;
We await your presence, please don’t tarry.
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