Misdeeds to Flee

You are not what they say.

Well, you don’t have to be.

Why let their declarations

Be the word on you and me?

It’s a silly kind of habit

That helps us on our way

To write off and dismiss outright

The ones who go astray.

Yet when we take a moment,

It’s plenty plain to see

That the one’s who pass their judgment

Have their own misdeeds to flee.

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“Am I Wrong?”

“Am I wrong?”

The elusive thought

That could bring world peace.

With tensions high,

To speak or not,

To wrangle or release

Could very well,

Discerned aright,

Heal each single wound.

We should learn

From this insight

Before we’re truly doomed.

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