The sons of man play heartingly by a hearth with their toys.
As the fire grows ever brighter and more is revealed they grow envious of the others.
Thus begins the everlasting fight where brother hurts brother to fight for the toy of the other.
The one who notices his possession is material and gives it over in kindness upon his own behalf.
Rather, he, unlike the other will not upset lady Columbia.
The one who fights must bother not America with his unbrotherly chaff.
For their nation America unlike any other lights the fire ever brighter.
Along the street two brothers meet, one poor, struggling with personal fights and at a low, the other takes him in.
Sooner would North Korea be a bastion of freedom than the poor one to let himself beg at his feet.
For him to live life in strangers suite made him think of the other pedestrians who would just walk by.
For they are but men made of lies.
And men of lies they will be till the day they die.
It is the duty of the righteous to care for their brethren, more so than they care for themselves.
For the selfish man all that he tells as lies he claims as truth, and all that is truth to him are lies.
That man is truly blind, for even the blind man can see the evil in his words and in his actions that he dares to do.
In the eyes of America that life is the foundation of the land.
Yet in the eyes of a liar the righteous life is abstruse.
For those men who cherish brotherhood a heav’n born band shall play for them at St. Peter's portal.
