FELLOWSHIP OF ALL,a poem (original)

Sing not for a friend who is near
Not for kin or people so dear;
For in the heart of the true men,
Is to sing a foe whose life's in vain!

Give not a man who has the best,
For he can surpass one and the rest;
Give a man whose bowl is empty
A joy to soul and to his mind!

And if one is in love;
let not it be flowing love
For a conditioned love is no love at all
to fellow's heart scars might stay!

Dance with a man who hunts, who hates
and let the drum beat of friendship sets;
a love that turns hatreds and complaints,
to a world of brotherhood and peace!

Wield the bridge that draws soul from soul,
And together let love to hate console!
From hill to hill let peace's bell call,
The true fellowship of all!