The
adult, deep in thought,
Ignores
the babbling of a child
A
she-wolf, in a feeding zoo,
denies
the calling of the wild.
Litigious
man, can ever choose
to
find a limp for every bruise.
The
briar and the golden grain
are
children of a common rain.
Bright fire,
glowing in the grate,
both
sun and hell can imitate.
The vagrant,
tramp in tramps attire,
to
grandeurs greatness may aspire.
Green
door, the universal veil,
can
open castle or lock jail.
The
magistrate, on lofty bench,
swings
gavel like a monkey wrench.
A king, or
Shah or Aga Khan
is
nothing without common man.
True
hate, false nemesis of love.
still
walks with her forever hand in glove.
What
conscience has the hound or hare?
Only man
pretends to care.
(There
is good and bad in everyone)
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