Poligon nr. 4 - Wygnanie

Exile

Is leaving, Wise man, The last one reflective,
In land where think just only few,
They who their dissent opinion will pronounce,
The are stigmatize public enemies.
When he was leaving, was heard screams:
"We don't want one of you,
People should be in the majority obedient
And have simple, temporary problems.

Is leaving, Wise Man, The last one reflective,
The last, self - consciously, used (his) mind,
He didn't impede others, although he has his own opinion,
He treated ideology of the crowd like a dirt.
So The Wise man has left who was in minority,
What laughed at globalism and corporation,
He demanded on voice, voice of good sense,
Appreciation that majority doesn't in the right always.

The Wise man, the last reflective is leaving,
No one scream after him...

Is leaving, Wise man, The last one reflective,
Somewhere there he will fall alone.
Maybe some one will wake up
And will run after him as early as it has time.