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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