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Defenders of the faith, On an island of piety in a sinful sea. What image of ourselves we cherished What image we protected from the Onslaught of the real world. The weak outside our circle, The homeless in homes Were seen as out of bounds Beyond the pale Of our group and class. We heard what we wanted to hear, Saw what we wanted to see. We are those who turned away, We are those who did not want to know. |
