No honorable deeds are forgotten in the sphere of human life,
Either small or large of aptitude,
Does each noble act add in our strive.
Of the poor man in ones hospitable attitude
With no worry about any loss
In the grace and richness of others gratitude
is it the heart that makes one thrive?
Where fame disrupts the finest,
Now hanging like martyrs on a cross
Is it the politicians who are the boss?
Rather than the unknown hero, of all the wisest
That inspires the new world in its anomynous power
The elegance of the butterfly
Each on its own rhytm of honor
The common man and woman
Are the ones that fly high
In their anymonous power
Do we seek new lands..
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