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Sometimes

Sometimes in a poor man's eye
I see anger, sometimes hate;
Sometimes I hear a black man cry
In the twisted teeth of fate.
Sometimes in a rich man's moan
Are needs his riches cannot meet,
Or sometimes in a lover's groan
Flow tears of sore conceit.
Sometimes a nation's rise and fall
Is hastened toward its end
By men who heed the subtle call
Of greeds they cannot comprehend:
Man changes not through history,
But displays his kinship differently.