The Philanthropist
by Steven Argyle
Love,
Altruistic compassion
For all mankind I feel today.
My soul is filled to overflowing
With a morning sweetness and brotherly
Kindness the like of which I have not
Heretofore experienced. On waking, I
Find myself entranced with the music I
Hear in my soundless thoughts. Today will
I save mankind from all maladies existant.
But, riding my measured stride into the
World, my confidence falters; I see not
Man so like an angel but more a beast,
So wrapt in the webs of their intrigues
And plots for self-gain are they that
They see me not. The music fades
And I quaff the cup and drain
The dregs of
Bitterness.