Outside the camp their villains crucified,
A fitting end who patronage disdain,
No matter gold with dross identified,
Stigma of vile rejection shall remain;
Offenders with Offenceless, side by side,
Hang eerily against a darkening sky,
While Grace supremely reigns, to none denied,
The world of mourners seems to go awry;
Sad followers in desolation leave,
Save huddled group at foot of central tree,
The passing of Beloved One to grieve,
Unmindful that His passing sets them free.
Inside the camp hypocrisy persists,
Where naked compromise of truth exists.
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Freedom of thought let no one disallow,
The stuff of progress, true, thereof is made;
No wholesome fruit is borne on broken bough,
Nor truth survive if censure speech forbade;
Thought with impunity precedes the word,
Utterance of which to ownership commits;
Denial, then, must surely be absurd,
Lest to hypocrisy a fool admits;
Inebriated hauteur can seduce,
A shallow-bottomed mind, to verbalise
Unconscious reservoir of vile abuse,
Which, in the end, leads to his own demise.
Uncultivated, barren, rocky field –
Much to be done afore it fruit can yield!
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