Why accuse Death when
the Living are walking in its path
Why impute War when
Peace is not even fighting back
Why detest Darkness when
Light is nowhere to be found
Why reprimand Poverty when
all the wealth has disappeared
Why nail evil when
Good is not even complaining
Why scold Prejudice when
Law is not itself abiding
Why crucify Failure when
Success is not working any harder
Why reprove black when
White is just another colour
Why abhor Hate even when
Love is wicked
Why indict Deceit when
Truth is not being honest
Why impugn Doubt when
Trust is acting not-concerned
Why condemn Fornication?
Have you not seen the girls?
And how dare you blame me for my faults?
When I'm trying hard to blame 'em on Nature
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