Ben Franklin Poem by gershon hepner

Ben Franklin



Not a hero to revere,
like Washington or Paul Revere,
he made the French join in our spat
with George III, a diplomat.
The world prefers the men who fight
to those with intellect, who write.
The myths that we most love to tell
describe the men who made life hell
for those we hate, and don't delight
in helping us to fly our kite.
I only know one leader, Nero,
who died, he thought, an artist hero.

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