In a land of fools, I have walked The halls of learning. I have seen the brawny shoulders Of boys with bulls' brains, And the pixie-thin arms of Girls who yield their value With a cheap laugh and hungry teeth.
I have seen the mudcaked hands Of striving, fighting fools. I have seen the victory march As it dissipates slowly into silence. Yet it may be said that I know Nothing of "life," for here is only Pantomime - and poorly done.
For the fools and I are equals In the pockets of the world. Kept like a gold dollar to be Spent on a child's trinket and Forgotten in a merchant's purse. We are like the apples in an orchard, Waiting safe behind walls, Only to fall and be eaten.