Precinct Three Is Burning

And who can say it should not?
For my uncle Abel daily dies
By the hand of my father Cain.
Go to, ye blue-striped harlequins, weep and howl,
Lament not the fall of Babylon but
The subjugation of your neighbor.
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The best relief for the orphan and widow is to not create them.
The noblest form of justice is to prevent injustice.
If you cannot change the soul, curb the flesh—
This is the purview of the law;
This is within your grasp.
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Let the burning station be a sign;
Let the despoiled grocery be a byword.
“Justice perverted begets perverted justice;”
“What wounds a brother’s body, wounds my soul.”

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