Men never learns,
Men experience but does not learn
Men dies and dies and dies
And borns again but do not LEARN
And dies for once more
For his own selfishness
And his ignorance comes out from his mouth
Stinking like a dead body of his
And goes mad
Each day each moment
Each breath
For loves sake
And carries on loving
But men is weak
And his weakness is what an artist is…
Ardic agus
Dirty Realism 