Pro Beneficium De Populi
Of this I tell in simple words,
Nothing shall be better -
For the story of a life, not borne,
Can mean a desperate end.
The one who aims up to the sky,
Shall be the one who falls -
Of this we’re taught from young,
Of this we shall know.
The life, failed to lead, amounts to sorrow,
Life cannot show the meaning of home -
The pain inside kept for long
Shall bind one man to man.
This I say no more to you,
For love of given right -
Infer from this you shall,
Or gain no wisdom nor sight.