Indirect Resistance - Poem by James McLain
After everything has been said.
Like tall grass is green bamboo.
From the wind you are swaying.
There is no highest excellence,
only ones moral is core ethical,
As for the highest,
which the young must become.
And of damage,
the resistance of that,
which if right, does not have to fight.
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