Umpires wailed at victory Clothing defeat in exorbitant fame, Socializing with pain Only regaining power to fix all that has been shamed. For only coinage consumed all faith Of where victors must stay. Oh, How naive of hate Playing buoyantly for a side in shame. But pruning an eternity to be of salient visage. For ! Mankind perceives its flaws as gate ways of life And innocence retaliates only for its pride.