My friend, would you be right or true?
Tell me, which would you rather do?
Answers missing, answers lost.
Questions linger, at what cost.
As you heard their words dis-joint.
You jumped in to make your point.
And on that point, you now rule.
And with that they’re but a fool.
Fool you cast in errant ways.
Fool whose truth is but a craze.
You rushed to judge, rushed to condemn.
And never understanding them.
In you they wanted to confide.
Before you tossed their truth aside.
But their truth was not a craze.
It was right in many ways.
Toss aside makes you the fool.
Deeper truth will lastly rule.
Passed on depth to make a point.
Your judgment sparked that dis-joint.
Do you see where lies the cost?
How your answers became lost?
Your rights went wrong as they will do.
Those hasty rights are rarely true.
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