Evermore she poured love on
Lepers whose nauseating looks
Of ginger fingers, deformed faces
Caught loathing of the masses.
The neglected nursery of innocence
The foundlings were bereft of compassion
Whom she tendered with sweet love.
Immense money harvested from awards
She spent for the welfare of the destitute.
She lived a dream of grouping people
Into true love to clear up the litter
Of privation and poverty from earth.
