The Prizes
He had found it rather scary, to read his own obituary. The erroneous article read, "The Merchant Of Death Is Dead". "Is that what people think of me"? "A death merchant is what they see"? "I must change their point of view, there must be something I can do." Eight more years that man did live, then decided he would give, his fortune to the people who, would improve life for me and you. A yearly prize the world would see, in physics and in chemistry, in literature and medicine, and to one who strives for peace again. All the world would recognize, the winner of a "NOBEL PRIZE", received iton a special night, due to theinventor of "Dynamite".
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