Wolves And Lambs - Poem by Igor Balatsky
WHAT MAKES US WOLVES?
WHAT MAKES US SHEEP?
I WISH THE LAMBS HAD
FLUFFY WINGS TO FLY WITH
He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
(John 8: 7)
What kind of man are you, if you can kill the innocent,
taking refuge in the name of God?
(I. G. B.)
We may be human... But we're still animals.
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