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Knowledge

Knowledge is misused

Has it always been?

Or is it out generation

Who have made a mistake again?

More than a mistake, I must say

We have made many before

It is not the first or last

Of mistakes, there will be more.

Knowledge used to be treasured

To figure the wonders of life

But now, it is only used badly

To stab someone with  knife

Knowledge has one use these days

And it is true to worsen

Knowledge is now a weapon

To beat another person

When you know a thing, to hold that you know it, and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it - this is knowledge. -Albert Einstein

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Aug 10, 2012
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