Backwards, forwards, any which way
Why is this day not yesterday
When the axe’s chop remained infrequent?
When things were clear and good and innocent
Innocence is but a breath that’s gone
In every situation knowledge and experience won
Is innocence truly the opposite of guilt?
Action is how legends are often built
Inaction shares as much blame as purpose does
Two tributaries joining in the flood
One trickles pretending not to see
While the other flows maliciously
Both thinking solely of their own gain
Disregarding someone else's pain
One mute, unhelpful to a neighbor’s plight
One loudly bragging that he had the right
When charges are thrown into their face
The bully lies to obscure and build his case
The coward lies to himself and his own heart
Neither stepping up when called to account
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