The World Is Full Of Kindness

The World is full of kindness,     And not the poor alone;     We Christians in our blindness     Bow down to hearts of stone;     The clever, bitter cynic,     Whose poisoned soul is dead,     And, like the rotten clinic,     Raves, helpless, on his bed.     The world is full of kindness,     But not the White alone;     The heathen in his blindness     Bows down to wood and stone;     But all men are his brothers,     In spite of all the Powers,     And the things he does for others     Shew whiter souls than ours.     The world is full of kindness,     But not the Lean alone;     The Fat man in his blindness     Bows down, and not to stone;     But when a friends in trouble,     And an honest friend at that,     Then Id turn to the Fat man     In spite of all his fat.     The world is full of kindness     If it is let alone,     And mens hearts in their blindness     Are neither ice nor stone.     In spite of all pretenses,     We get it from Above;     In spite of all defenses,     Red blood, kind hearts, and love.