One was told by the messenger of God to avoid all intoxicants;
He shunned liquor but puffed on pipes, his virtue but a mock pretense.
With motives ulterior, not divine submission in his sight,
He chose sheer inhumane violence over what was right.
Another was told to treat all as equals, respect animals, rivers, and hills,
Yet he ate meat, polluted waters, and blasted mountains for his thrills.
Creating classes for his gain, his actions never pure,
His motives ulterior, his conscience insecure.
The only thing common between these men, both flawed and crass,
Was their discovery of ways to keep the goddess with the womb in a lower class.
Covered like cars, hidden from view,
Their chauvinism stark, their respect overdue.
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