Bahhh!

We exult ourselves in adopted causes,
justice be damned.
Truth is the putty of pretension,
vanity moves the mob—
indifferent to trampled pastures,
led by barking dogs,
comfortably sheared,
content with fallow fields
and slogans overgrazed—
We enact a shepherd’s will
or are culled by crooks of doubt.

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