From the dunghill came power for green life
Out of the rotten punk came power for lead light
The rejected-dejected of men, is perfectly God's delight;
Just as the bottom is the starting point of every great height
Even the dunghill shall smile again
And the agaric don't burn in vain;
So shall the dispirited's strength be made untamed,
And the debased of all shall be the rearer of great men
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Very impressive write, Johnmark. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.