Villanelle: Stringent Laws Only Serve To Constrict Our Hearts To Hate

Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict the heart to hate
                   
     For all Eric Garners who went down breathless

Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
“Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen Dann ist die Erde schön”
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Yea put the blame on the Maker too for making world rotate
Way we’re all made contend we not for the one an’ same bone 
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

Some people who on this earth set foot much too late
Still hope to displace take and hold on to what others earn
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Those who love to lick the chokehold sweat mostly gravitate
To the force that arms preserve till eternity burns in urn
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

All that happens be it not the changes wrought by climate
If the winds just blew one single way will none ever moan
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Everything happens way it does to keep from kicking planet
Sans white or black beauty nor butt we’ll all die of boredom 
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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