Humans are foolish, pretending to know everything,
But in reality, they don’t know anything.
They easily fall for the lies of the world,
Turning a blind eye to the truth unfurled.

It’s as if they’re like blind men,
Unable to tell fake from real again.
Their foolishness makes me want to laugh,
But I can’t—because I’m a fool myself by half.

And only a fool would laugh at a fool,
While a wise man ignores foolish deeds and cruel.
They don’t believe in God but act like one,
Destroying themselves and nature, undone.

And when nothing remains but dust and ash,
They blame God for their foolish past.
They call me foolish for believing in God,
But I’d rather be a fool with faith than one playing God.

When I say humans are foolish, I mean all, including me—
For they ignore the truth right before their eyes to see.
Some have opened their eyes to the light,
But many remain blind to what’s clear and right.

Sometimes I wonder, deep in thought—
Will they ever see the truth they’ve long forgot?
Or will they pretend to be blind until the end,
Never seeing the truth that could make them mend?