They weep and wail that some will seek to scrub the orange stain away
The putrid citrus leavings of Stupid God working in the world
Raising cries of costs incurred and distraction from and disruption of
Good things being done in their names
Yet for all the time they spend bewailing the cleaning efforts
Their own work to flush away one in white water
And many things after for a generation and more
And which still prompts a common refrain these years later
Cost more and may well do less
For some stains persist despite all the scrubbing
And there is little sense in washing walls that are about to be knocked down
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