Mother Theresa, save the children.
Be their beam; their guiding
light.
Show them by your pure
example
Good from evil...right from
wrong.
Keep a distance from their
praise
That you may not be vainly
turned,
And hold your candle in the
air
So you may lead and not be
burned.
Had young Adolph known your
wisdom as
A growing Aryan child,
How much grief might have
been spared
A World beleaguered and
beguiled
By his charisma at a time
When hope wore out and hearts
were sore;
Finding audience to lead
A world embattled, primed for
war.
Worlds apart, yet oh, so
near;
Subtle differences abide.
Choosing between saint and
sinner;
Sailing off with evening
tide.
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