Decayed
Decay is a natural process of the universe,
It's, perhaps, a stage of impossibility to nurse.
A seed under the earth can resurrect; not if decayed,
A flower can disperse seeds, till they absolutely fade.
When the functions of traditions and values get weakened,
Unless reformed the degradation gets deadly deepened.
Superstitions and blind faith can make religions decline,
As Jesus said, new wineskins should be filled with new wine.
Will, if less income and more expense, economies thrive?
Could burglars and foolish vendors by the same wagon drive...?
Anything that loses value must be, on time, replaced,
Thoughts, words, and deeds of humanity should be ethics based...!
08 February 2023
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