Saturday, April 10, 2010

A Poem by Joseph Cotter

"Brothers, come
And let us go unto our God
And when we stand before Him
I shall say -
Lord, I do not hate,
I am hated.
I scourge no one,
I am scourged.
I covet no lands,
My lands are coveted.
I mock no peoples,
My people are mocked.
And (Wall Street Hedge Fund Broker) what shall you say?"

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