Why did you not excel?
Why is it difficult for you?
Why are these human limitations multifarious?
Who are those who keep you beneath?
Who say: “It’s over my dead body?”
Who burn the bridge to excellence?
When will they change their notion?
When will they help others to greatness?
When will we have a handful of helping leaders?
What other benevolence of nature do we need?
What other item do we want?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we develop like our home?
These men who amass for unborn generations,
Leaving families to bear the brunt,
Till they slip through the borders,
There their names becomes global,
Why not here? Why there?
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