Saint or Sinner

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.