Those who wish to be, not forgotten
Just days after they're dead and gone.
Must share such things worth remembering
Or commit acts, worth passing on.
We think highly of those who create
Goodness and beauty around them.
But those who squander their lives away
Our predictions for them are grim.
The fame of people should always be
Estimated by the means they used.
It's human breath that promotes most fame
Often unwholesome and abused.
The perfume of good deeds projects fame
Performed by those with great passion.
Not by persons in corrupt temples
Whose honesty, they must ration.
Show me a liar and you have found a thief
Whose character is controlled by hell.
They love what's wrong and hate what's right
And they're lucky they're not all in jail.
By Tom Zart
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