As the ballast stables, to brace the core
Of railroad ties, ships, ... steadying bases
So moral codes tying the heart, must galore
To ballast our repute from toppling paces.
With divine, must we thrash a devil's creed:
Of Acerbic vows, Sarcasm and Fatal brawl
Such deathly weeds of a corrupted seed
Lest we die, must we cast in a blazing bawl?
The inscription love-life on a marble slate
If one chooses - would be a purest portent..
So with time craters of Hell would be shut
If vices would repent, would cap its vent
Love suffices by flailing discrimination
It's symphonic soothe, is a purest ration
Copyright © Nash Maramba | Year Posted 2019
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