I feel my doubt a
shame,
or, my logic is to
blame.
when businesses or
Uncle Sam,
by words or fancy diagram,
say that which they
have tested
proved naught should
be arrested,
it is to me another
sham.
I fear it is but same
as who received no
blame...
when as the ground
began to shake
we’re told it’s worth
the chance we take.
{Know he who makes
such guarantee
consigns it to our
progeny.}
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