Why should meek clique monopolize
attention when the other cheek
is tendered 'gainst some fit of pique
unfitting, seeing anger rise?
If God exists then through her eyes
all should be equal, those who seek,
those who success obtain this week.
No logic therefore justifies
to favour lost sheep's bleating cries
ignoring who'd with courage speak
against discrimination's reek.
Quite up the creek he who applies
to least, lost, last, rich pride of place
grants lily livers' guilt gilt trace!
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