Philanthropist in Need


My birth gave me the nature of being
helpful to other's pain and cold unbeing

They toiled the soil, some slept on roads
My forefathers fought this nation with swords

Good life and great taste I had it all laid forth
We had wide smiles, they hammered a wide forge  

When could we all see the same wrongs
listening to dylan and some of Lenon's songs

So I spoke the words touching every heart's chord
But words were words, my actions were discord 

I excused myself saying this pit was unforseeing
And I blamed it all on the nature of my being 

 
by Hans Albert Lewis

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