Of Morality

Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism? Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish? Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism? Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles, Themis said, crash The self within the inner sanctum, like sand grains, is split. Joy, peace, harmony, happiness, and self-fulfillment clash Empathy and sympathy submit to apathy's conflict. Demons in humans delicately dominate their domains. As though white sheep amongst black cattle, they cudgel their brains. Their will to do good, like delinquent house dogs, is in chains. Blood of cutthroat competitions, to win, flows in their veins. Honesty should guide one and all, Themis said to Dice. Summit of self-splendidness alone will never suffice.