Prejudices, worm-eaten prejudices, as our old companions, are hard to be parted with.
People do a little better
When acknowledging the better
In us is weaker than the worst.
The worst won’t magically vanish.
Appeals to divine salvation
Or to loftier behavior
End up by providing cover
For the worser to re-emerge,
Which in turn invites in the worst.
The best we’ll draw out of ourselves
Will be cynical sets of rules
The worst resent but can’t escape,
Assuming our prejudices,
Including those of those who wrote
The rules, will never desert us.
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