The Beautiful Man

his limbs, his face, are black, white or yellow, his fists not raised in shame the call; (his name) is shouted loud from new home builds, in lecture halls, theatres large and shopping streets he's strong, (can turn the cheek), or not, and lives for you and us, but when the weight of family tires, he'll reach up high like mighty spires and ask for help! yet his beauty is not possessed by skin or tooth, it's in his darling childrens' eyes; and when the dragon pounced (he showed no fear), but threw the lance, his golden spear thus... he stood, tall and looked for nought, it's for his family he so bravely fought