A wise man once said
That there were no positive values
or negative values.
A mob fell on him with rakes,
skewers, and makeshift bludgeons.
A trial-by-law acquitted them all
before the mob took the stand
they pleaded the fifth in unison.
An ethical man rose his hand
Mustache quivering in a fit
of indignation - no one listened.
A dust settled on eyes atrophied
Unused tools set down in pangs of rest
When we see not, we feel not.
An interview was given to
the family of the wise man
They said it was better this way.
One less mouth to feed, one less mouth to hear
An ear - shorn before the casket lowered
was left bloodied on the steps of the courthouse.
A bawdy judge in curls and reeking of wine
Snatched it up for his collection
Of truths unbidden, unsaid - irrespective.
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