Number six of George Carlin's ‘Seven Dirty Words’
After Sophocles...
The storytellers, oracles relate
how I have earned the enmity of men,
how I have killed one of my kin and then
slept with another, slept and sealed my fate.
The whims of law and history dictate
if ignorance is a defence, and when
the wheels of war and time roll on again,
if all our little lives are worth debate.
So lead me sister/daughter through the grove
and raise my eyes to what I cannot see,
then I will bathe and pray and shed the knave.
Go tell the world that, at the end, I strove
to cleanse the land of all impurity
and gift one man the secret of my grave.
RJT
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