Beware the gibberwalk my sons,- David Mitchell
That tempting primrose-laden lane
So glibly trod by men of honor
Whose minds see not their thievery.
Walk not behind such honored men,
Heed not their castings-out and
Concealing from the eyes of youth
The virtues that inhere in naked truth.
Beware these honorable men of pride
All overweening; those whose
Numbers shield the subtle thieves
So righteously purloining our liberties.
to David / to Moongate