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Sticks and Stones

If they could, the Stone Throwers of this
world would hunt down the old, young
and the weak. They criticize, persecute
and blame.

Their actions draw no shame, for
they hide behind their mask of
prudent righteousness, which
protects them from their acridness.
     "Sticks and stones."


Jackie R. Kays
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