our language hides from us a golden rule
which if we follow will guide us to bread
a simple message kept in every head
that is not taught in church nor yet in school
no one is king there is no sacred stool
let down from heaven to abolish dread
that is the fact those who don't know are dead
and those who speak will not deny the fool
never again must we accept the cause
that will lead brother to trade blow for blow
driving the weak with horror shock and pain
in dull obedience to the lower laws
when tropic birds must adapt to the snow
as in the desert comes the longed-for rain
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