By Stephen
Date: 2002 May 29
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Do you, yourself a Saint?
I see your oust beneath
A simple pain aside
Your name, hiding within
the rim of circumference
a tine philosophy of policy
The practitioner of folly
doest the criminals condemn
What joust you do, judged
for life as yours, it shall.
Do you, yourself the Shame?
Under such circumstance
what is bane, to honor
what is mad, to valor
You know not such
horrible things. To their
fat hands you grovel
pennies for forgiveness
What goals to attain?
What is possibly saved?
Do you, yourself a Slave?