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Sorry I'm A Man: He stands there naked A blank-faced label No features No face He is not an individual He is exactly what you make him to be The product of your misguided hate The product of your personal prejudice Caught blind and shackled Voice stripped and throat cut On knees and hands He crawls beneath a slanderous hail "Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone" Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure Instead what I see Is not angel wings and a white halo Instead what I see Is your silent profanity Twisted obscene mask of humanity Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice Lies a