Don’t worry, they will remember you —
Your fruits are in view.
They will respect your merits…
But greed calls down disaster.

Come to your senses in senile decay,
What you built — do not destroy.
In the untimely,
For it is dangerous,
Feel the threat to the world.

A young Solomon
Is hiding somewhere among us.
Though the obsolete resists,
The sage — to the throne!

(An address to aged leaders)