Man is black, man is white
Man is naught but parasite
Man is dark, man in fair
Man does naught but pollute the air
Man is yellow, man is brown
Man has ever sought the crown
Man is tiny, man is tall
Man rests not till he’s conquered all
Man is fat, man is thin
Man knows not virtue from sin
Man is rich, man is poor
Man resists not greed’s allure
Man is cowardly, man is brave
Man is to his needs a slave
Man is strong, man is weak
Man does ever salvation seek
Yes man has many flaws indeed
And for his faults all mankind bleeds
But if man were not what he be
Whence would come my poetry?
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