The dregs of society
Have been pigeonholed as underdogs
And they thrust their begging bowl
To the world
The skylark dies
With a sweet song in its mouth
In this wilderness called earth
Kindness begets kindness
You can not plant chrysanthemums
And turn around to reap dafodils
Skip not the meals
Of those under-privileged
And do not wait
To bring them flowers
When they are gone
Or weep when they do not hear.
In this sphere called earth
How but a man lives
Without the nurture of his soul
In a garden of kindness?
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