I am a victim
Of crimes against
Humanity.
Being members, thereof,
We are perpetrators
And persecutors
Sharing the accused's glass box,
Or standing witness.
With arms raised
We surrender to
The pulpits, daises, chambers and courts,
To banks and dealers.
In a slight of mind
We conferred
Then annointed
The con-men,
The can women.
We're spellbound.
It's almost pointless:
We refuse to indict
One's self.
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