When trust dies
Wrung out like laundry
Hung on lines of self-pronounced justice
When we feel the right is ours
Stretched on racks of ethics
Thin like lines that mark the face of the worn
When forgiveness takes a backseat to rightness
Dripping like oil down the beard of the judge
Anointing poured out missing its target
Who can stand when the finger points back?

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