Ladies and Gentlemen,

“I submit for your inspection

This tree bough

That refuses to bear fruit

As other respectable tree boughs do.

Look at it’s disgracefully limp leaves -

Has it no shame?

No sense of responsibility?

It just lays here

Upon the ground.”


“But,” speaks another,

“This bough has been snapped

from that dying tree over there

Which has been uprooted by erosion

Caused by drainage from the farmer up the hill

Who has newly cleared 5 acres

And pledged the produce grown upon it

For the needy."


To whom can you assign blame?

To the bough?

To the tree?

To the farmer?

To the needy?


The man who truly sees

Knows there are no lines drawn between right and wrong

Only a single circle

That encompasses all.”