It may be that you are right,
Yet Adam believed you were right.
Righteous action is trusted,
Like the storm of winds in trust.
We all smiled when looking at the storm,
And began to reform, like magic, like gold.
Yet Adam spelt his name when asked,
Grimacing, moving quickly and terribly,
With bloodied hands, and wrong face.
Such a blow antagonised him when left,
They created him when he was old,
The rights of a man understand humanity.
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