The problem of wrong and right

You think I’m wrong
That you’re in the right
That your case
Carries all the might,
And all because,
Your mind’s far from lame,
You’re not insane
And all your friends all think the same.

You may think that is so
But if you bear
Let me shine a light,
On the problem of wrong and right.

If I place you with your common thought
Alone in a room that seats five and nought
And then in time
Seat forty-nine
That think like me.

What does it say about you?
The things you say,
The things you do,
And think,
And believe,
And act
Upon?

How much less are you?
What becomes of YOU?

And here’s the point.

What should I think,

Of you?