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A Hero and a Great Man
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A Hero and A Great Man
They say knowledge is power.
Power walks with ambition.
Ambition will devour
A man without vision.
Through a turbid town,
A great man walks.
Through a troubled town,
A great man talks.
He tells tales of bravery.
On attention he feeds.
With speech most savory
He boasts of great deeds.
He is well respected.
He enjoys much recognition.
He hopes to be selected
For a prestigious position.
He likes to be seen.
He likes to be heard.
When he is on the scene,
He fills the air with word.
This need is his fate.
He is as great indeed,
As his need to feel great.
One day as he was walking,
He happened to overhear
Two girls that were talking.
He turned his curious ear.
As their words he overheard,
He felt his aid was required.
Always attracted to the spoken word
To the girls he inquired,
“Why do you girls carry on
In such a vociferous way?
To you my attention is drawn
Upon this beautiful day!!!”
And to him the him girls inquired,
“Where does the sun go at night?”
He knew an answer was required.
But he knew not what was right.
Where it goes, he could not say
As he covertly looked about.
Being a master of delay,
He calmly searched for an out.
A man was passing by
And overheard this conversation.
He thought he could supply,
A goodly explanation.
For he lived a life withdrawn.
He prefers to be quiet and alone.
A common life he has forgone.
You see, he was not like you and me.
His methods were strange and new.
A different world his eyes would see.
A world in which others would have no clue.
Despite his odd looks.
He is more then he appears.
He has read many books,
Yet still wet behind the ears.
Every culture to its own will conform.
The mind of the crowd is a shallow creek.
As this man was far from the norm,
He was seen by the people as a freak.
He values his peace.
He is devoted to thought.
This is his release.
Nothing finer could be bought.
As peace is a need
This need is his fate.
Attempting to run from greed,
On simplicity he would concentrate.
He never felt the peace
That he needed to feel.
He would never cease
To search for what’s real.
According to plan,
It should not be repeated
By a frustrated man.
The only exception
For such repetition
Is the struggle for perfection,
Or the folly of a politician.
When he did a deed,
When he found satisfaction,
He could see no need
For any further action.
If nothing was there broken
Or no deed to be done,
No answer to be spoken,
Then action was there none.
If there is no disruption
And everything seems in balance,
Wasteful action is corruption
Of the purest talents.
A problem of complexity
Needs a simple solution.
A mind in perplexity
Is lost in convolution.
Now for the girls’ question,
He felt he knew, really.
He had a suggestion,
And he offered it freely.
To give a new night birth.
The sun then goes to the other side
Of our blessed Mother Earth.”
The problem seemed to be solved....