I've yet to meet one who is perfect most of us are flawed in some way
Though some of us more flawed than others of what is obvious I only do say
Suppose we are not meant to be perfect a perfect one would be a living saint
Most of us corrupted in some way even most of the good have some character taint
The Human World is success driven to greatness so many to do aspire
Suppose it says something about us the people we choose to admire
Truly great people devote their lives to helping others without thought of self or renown
Such people are not looked on as heroes not even in their own Hometown
True heroes work in refugees camps helping those of the lesser god
The war victims of drought ravaged Lands the Stateless and Homeless and down-trod
The people who help them great people they work for them without honor or pay
Yet they remain as the unsung heroes of our Human World of today
I've yet to meet one who is perfect though a minority less flawed than most
Yet the true heroes remain as unsung and to them I do propose a toast.
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