Born Equal? Poem by william Konrad

What do I owe my fellow man
Of equal skill and mind
Friendly support an upward hand
A word that's soft and kind

And he owes me nothing more
Than a kind hello a welcome door
And when I'm down all that I ask
A sip of kindness from his flask

But what of man of lesser mind
To him I cannot be unkind
They say all are created equal
A lie to which I find no sequel

A man of crooked spine and gate
Would find it hard equality to state
We all are different, that's a fact
Some less careful some more exact

Some are born with greater skills
And some with unimaginable ills
Some are smart and quick of mind
Some born slow and life unkind

So when you hear that trite old saw
All are created without flaw
Someone is trying to rationalise
Human inequality with outright lies

Equality is just a word
That's sometimes used to be absurd
If all were created to be the same
There'd be no greats only mundane