Thanks for this, James. I hadn't seen it before.
Most poetry about injustice says, "Those people are terrible. Glad I'm not like them." This one says, "Those people are terrible, and I'm just like them. Glad I realize it, so I can keep an eye on myself."
I [...] would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
Yep, every bit as deadly as solid basalt.