What Happens When You Don't Follow the Master Blindly!
QUINTETS
A ruler, quite used to his throne,
Found his subjects had minds overgrown
With what they were taught,
No new thought was brought,
"Why follow?" they'd never have known.
In halls of might, a shadowed plight,
Where power sits, with all its light,
With petty jeers, and threats they make,
The truth they fear, for goodness sake.
Just insults fly, and threats ignite.
A questioner, earnest and keen,
Found "cerebral naxals" unseen.
"Why and what for?" he cried,
But the order replied,
"Be gone, lest you taint the regime!"
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