I can openly despise
those cesspools overflowing with lies
but my heart aches
at the acquaintances, once friends,
who believe their sophistry
justified by some imaginary ends
who assuage their guilt
for what this country has become
by asserting that the faults
of this one are the same as that one
not able to distinguish
the tarnish from the stain
that one can with a little work
in fact, be buffed away
the other always to remain
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