Men in Red

Each man in red wonders if he will be chosen
I'm worthy, they think, looking in the mirror at age
I can wear the ring
But they know this is false
Aware of their standing
Envious of those with profile
Who among them hasn't done the bad deed, anyway?
And who will tell?
So they fold their hands and hold their beads
Kiss the cross
Consider how their vote will elevate them closer to god

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