Sarcophagus
Smileless faces,
Hateful words
Painful actions,
In tumultuous worlds.
Do unto others,
Before they do unto you,
Is this now the golden rule?
It’s not the one I knew.
I try to soar above,
Above all the distrust,
But, I’m still left wondering.
If we can ever liberate ourselves
From our emotional sarcophagus.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2016
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