I wish that humanity is riparian on banks
of goodness; that conscience closes our ranks
We are wise as clocks that strike twelve
Innocent as an infant’s years that never melt
Truth be our health, justice be our wealth
To let no Rubicon for men with evil and stealth
Romanticism may not only be the lyric of self
But a large nourishing forest of kelp
There is no measure for a life that’s short
that has fulfilled its purpose for what it’s worth
A heart that always wears a rainbow shirt
is the couturier of its neighbour’s skirt
Beautiful
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