The mark of a man endowed with knowledge
Provided with wit sharp as a knife's edge
By the virtue of their forefather's gift
The world will bless them with a hallowed lift

The standards of men and society's face
Will be decided by men with such grace
History decides whose name we revere
Some of them may even be names to fear

The chosen few who toiled for their blessing
Some with blood and sweat and selfish hissing
Digging for knowledge and not precious gold
Will rule all men until the earth is old

For it was told in history's pages
The wise men will rule in all the ages
They learned of humanities existence
And through our mistakes they get their guidance

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