Blunderous Talks

In the canteen of life/
Playing with armature of knife/
To build the saladatic friendship/
And to live like a hive/
When ponder it mocks/
Those were the blunderuous talks.

I,they and everyone thee/
Fought as if exists only 'me'/
Sorrounded by arrogance/
And forgot the culture of 'We'
People say it stupidity lobs/
Those were the blunderous talks.