One of Their Own - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

One of Their Own

When it’s one of
Their own,
They mourn gravely;
When it’s one
Of the outsiders,
They congratulate
Each other on
A job well done,
The sanctity of the
Clique intact.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer