Of what value is that name and fame which doesn't address human misery? Of what use is that power and pride that doesn't mitigate hunger on earth? Of what fruition are those faculties that don't make the world a better place? Of what divinity is the devotion that desecrates the denizens?
Of what worth being wise and wealthy which doesn't warm up to the weak? Of what servitude are those scientists who don't aid the living? Of what praise is a position that doesn't have humility? Of bloated egos some are a blot on the breed of mankind.
Like infesting worms underground these snipe at the roots of humanity.
