Even when the revolution\'s banners fly high,
Wealth isn\'t allocated without the \'why? \'
Yesterday, comrades argued for the share,
Distracted by greed, no sight of what\'s fair.
In the pages of history, a sad truth we find,
Friends\' wielding knives, concealing the mind.
So why grieve for no visiting, left on the hill?
Satisfy with humble graves, the life is nil.