Their behaviour, a poem by Dennis Brutus - tmate

 Their guilt
is not so very different from ours:
�who has not joyed in the arbitrary exercise of
power
or grasped for himself what might have been
another�s
and who has not used superior force in the
moment when he could,
(and who of us has not been tempted to these
things?)�
 
 
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so, in their guilt,
the bare ferocity of teeth,
chest-thumping challenge and defiance,
the deafening clamor of their prayers
to a deity made in the image of their prejudice
which drowns the voice of conscience,
is mirrored our predicament
but on a social, massive, organized scale
which magnifies enormously
as the private dehabille of love
becomes obscene in orgies.





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