
‘We gather in and
Out collecting
Stones to
Throw over
Weighing right
And wrong
In our globe
Of glass houses.
Who lacks truth?
May be you
Might be the
Other.
But not me
Who makes guesses?
Might be you
May be
the other.
Sure,
Not me,
Who is irate?
Must be you
Or the other
Certain
Not me,
Who is dupe,
And foul, and fake?
Not me,
Wait,
Well,
maybe
Might be a little."
But throw your
Stones
Not on me ;
Better bombard
All.
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