In lack of glory, lack of fame
He tamed himself to be humble and lame.
He tried to be a man of word,
To live by peace and not by sword.
He tried to stay away from crime,
Except for playing with the rhyme.
He tried be honest, live in truth,
Both being himself, being part of Jews.
He was not perfect, was not saint.
He didn't deserve bright colors paint.
Though he has tried to do what's right,
And separate the black from white.
Don't judge him harshly if you can,
Please be forgiving to this man.
If in his life he caused you harm,
Pray for his soul, since you can't shake his arm.
My epitaph
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