Defending the indefensible Is not a matter of principle In a word is incomprehensible Or better yet reprehensible But you can hear the chant From the mouth of a sycophant Sounding a sibilant To give it a certain slant
If it’s purely a matter of choice How do you justify giving a voice To Booker T. over DuBois It’s just a matter of perspective On the part of one who’s reflective Representing the collective In a matter worthy of invective Or at the very least a corrective
Why would you want to defend? Or for that matter try to pretend That you’re in it for a just end When it’s impossible to comprehend Who is it you’re trying to serve Is it someone that might not deserve Your support should be held in reserve In deference to what you observe
Why should you come to the aid, Of someone whose bed is already made? See that’s not me throwing shade At those so easily swayed It’s just a salient fact Based on the way that they act They need to be attacked And not a word of it will I redact