Breathes There A Man
Breathes there a man,
Or just a respondent
Says the survey team.
He has done good things:
Like killing!
Killing the enemy.
Like robbing!
Robbing the rich.
(Robin Hood, step aside)
And nasty things too:
Ants for the neighbor's crib
Love notes for the neighbor's wife.
That's bad, we're told:
When you mind, birds in a nest,
Always leave the young alone.
Who's this man?
Don't look at me,
Look in the mirror.
For he could be anyone,
You or me
If we choose to be!
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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