we are all fools
all believe something which
if we were suddenly pressed
we would deny quickly
or slowly slink away
we are all heretics
holding onto one secret thought
which would make us outcasts
we all wish for one thing
with all our hearts
which, if it came true
would leave us wishing
for something better
we all forgive
as little as possible
and only if we think
we’ll get something
in return
we are all lust
and too little love
we are all greedy before
we are willing to share
we are all human
which means both
something beautiful
and something we’d rather
not think about
[by Michael Toy, ‘Blame It On The Huehuetenango’]
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