Free will

The golden calf couldn’t help it.
It couldn’t help that it was golden,
now could it?
It couldn’t help it was a calf,
now could it?
It couldn’t help that it was worshipped.
It just stood there
in its golden glory.

The black sheep couldn’t help it.
It couldn’t help that it was black,
now could it?
It couldn’t help it was a sheep,
now could it?
It couldn’t help that it was blamed.
It just stood there
minding the business.

When the golden calf climbed down
it wasn’t worshipped
it wasn’t blamed.

Then the black sheep climbed the pedestal
it wasn’t worshipped
it was tamed.

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