The Bigot Within

There’s nothing like the openness of the bigot held within;
that dictates to us what’s right or wrong before our thoughts begin.
It’s always so high and mighty because we hold it so;
that bigot tells us what we think, it tells us what we know.
It tells us our own right from wrong; how we ought to get along.
It is ‘The Path’ and the rhythm that defines our life’s song.

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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