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Two Men

I stood on a mountain side
Gazing at the land before me.
How little they understand
How little they know.
Seeing them run around as if
It meant something.
As if it really mattered.

See there, a man with
His newly bought car and
The eloquence of apparel
That surrounds his body.
Now look there, in the corner
At the bum that lies on
The street shrouded with what
He has and will be buried in.
Gazing at the two up close
Would present differences,
But from where I gaze they are not.

Look now, here, on this side
A man that beats his wife
A shrewd man that cares nothing
For morality
Now look there, a wholesome family
Man that does everything for his
Children and thirsts for their love.
Gazing at the two up close
Would present harsh differences
But from this grassy patch I gaze
From, they are not.

There goes a criminal that
murders and steals and
Takes the goodness from mankind.
He robs and mames to achieve his
Self gratification in life.
And yet there is another, a man
Of the law that abides by
Everything that is right
He steals only the hearts of those
He loves and achieves pleasure
From goodness.
Gazing at the two up close
Would present crule differences
But from my shallow stone
For which I gaze they are not.

Pitiful is that of the two men
That believes their lives are
Different from one another.
Horrid is the fact that is
True that they must come
To face.
That in the end, gazing at
Others from a lonely grave, they
Too shall see these differences
As I now do.

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