There’s a kingdom
Of men who stand outside
Freezing in the cold
Kept alive by their own strength
And will.
The greatness of their might
Fills their bellies when there is nothing
Not even a scrap of bread,
To eat.
They are naked but are clothed in their own wisdom.
They do not need your help,
Or your advice,
Or your pity.
They are fantastic.
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