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A Hero and A Great Man
We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office - Aesop
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.
As greatness is a need 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.
Details of this man are unknown For he lived a life withdrawn.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.
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.
A weary sun will hide 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. The great man saw this. He went to get involved. For attention he could not miss.
The freaks words had merit. An advantage had been gained, But the great man could not bear it. His status must be maintained.
The freaks words he twisted With his eloquent speech. His charisma could not be resisted. It was he who would teach.
He took the freaks idea And made it his own. No man would be right Except he alone.
He devised his own story Using the freaks word. He would take the glory And make the freak seem absurd.
He was on the right track. This I wont deny. What truth may he lack, I will attempt to supply.
He does not know, it seems, That our grateful relation To the Suns warm beams Lies in the Earths rotation.
If you but wait, This problem I will solve. Upon its axis straight, Does the Earth revolve.
As our great God Is wont to create, Upon this imaginary rod Does the Earth rotate.
The sun remains still While the Earth moves and spins Where the suns warmth may fill A new day on Earth begins.
Just as the moon is the reason For waves in the ocean The change of the season Is the Earth in Her motion.
The girls were amazed At this great display of speech. Into the great mans eyes they gazed As he proceeded to teach.
A lesson he had taught Not unlike a story compiled From a borrowed thought With its author left reviled.
The freak was appalled Watching innocence beguiled. The girls were enthralled While the great man smiled.
Who was being deceived? The freak felt some dismay. The great man the girls believed. And the freak just walked away.
It seemed childish to contest. He saw no reason to fight. He thought best not to protest. Both of their answers were right.
Over time the great man grew To earn a great mans reputation. His words would cause much ado And even some speculation.
Water trickled like blood from a gash. Soon the streets turned to mud. People could not walk without a splash. There was fear that the town would flood.
Slowly, this problem would develop. The water would continue to run. Eventually, the whole town it would envelop If something was not soon done.
Water does not feel sorrow nor care Wherever it trickles and roams. The people were becoming more aware, For it was soon in their homes.
To the great man the people went For some kind of solution. There must be a way to prevent Any further ground dilution.
The great man promised thus, To you I can assure, For any problem threatening us For sure there is a cure!
I will stop this silly little flood. Upon the great man you can rely. The ground may be covered in mud But, somewhere, must a solution lie!
Desperately trying to think of a plan He repeatedly read the plaque on the wall, Here is a Great Man He will save us all!
The sparkling water had a sense of beauty As it reflected in the plaque. A painful reminder of his duty, A leader must never slack.
So, eagerly, he donned his heavy boots, And ventured forth for a walk Through a series of muddy routes, For to the people he must talk.
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