How will one care to look back in responsibility,
Where scarcer people have ever with grit tred.
How will one care to see if the land that once nourished,
Now remains void with only scavengers lurking.
You too partook your share very rightfully
And in your duties were the first to turn a ghost.
Where the brooding and breeding was done and over,
How will you now care to see it bleeding and breathing its last?
Albeit, now it does bid adieu
No grunts will it ever have on you.
And so, you take one slow step – heavy with conscience and go;
But other steps are quick to come.
You say, “Well in life we all have to be practical!”
Very well O you! Very well!
