Mote
we want so badly to ignore our precious sin
to justify the lies of our tribe
that we only see the mote in another man’s eye
and ignore our planks as we diatribe
instead of whataboutery we ought to consider
doing right as the chips fall where they may
even though the world is a dusty, dirty place
that don’t mean we should join in filthy play
(Poetry Scales 95)
to justify the lies of our tribe
that we only see the mote in another man’s eye
and ignore our planks as we diatribe
instead of whataboutery we ought to consider
doing right as the chips fall where they may
even though the world is a dusty, dirty place
that don’t mean we should join in filthy play
(Poetry Scales 95)
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