I was sitting where I should have been
And happened to overhear--
The door was open,
And they were not speaking in hushed tones--
Them talking about their disappointment
That it had taken so long
To get to a place where an accusation
Might
Be taken seriously
Only to have the efforts made as nothing
Because some few thought
Someone should not
Have a particular job.
Ever does the weed
That Stupid God would seed
Emerge
And in every place.
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