Nature's offering to man
Is bounteous and miserly made
To a few
He plants a silver spoon
In their mouth and to a majority
He gives a wooden spatula
To a lion
He lavishes the strength
Of body and the verve of dentures
And of horns
The lion may be bitter devoid of them.
To a snake
He gives a skin bag of venom
And for the gift of legs
A snake is helpless
Nature in his kindness
Does not add to any strength
That endangers less the weak die
Under the will of the strong.
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