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..