Who shall cast the first stone?
For it lives in our chromosomes
No one left out,
Within or without
Who will take the blame?
We all fear the shame
We all have our reasons
For being in its prison.
On all, it has rained,
Even the saints get stained,
We’re all in the trench and we have the stench.
And we all think it’s the TREND.
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