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Scruple's Flaws
using Tamerlane verse (Edgar Allen Poe)
As windows on this world get stuck;
disgust demands space on the lip.
Events I have not thought about
reveal hatred, make me upchuck
and fills untrusting minds with doubt.
Men’s base unkindness gets a grip
attacking vision with its whip.
When insult renders reason flat
without question, the end is that.
No hope - political affairs,
instead I offer frequent prayers
and leave off worry, spin and cares.
I probe God’s promise verse by verse
unearth a blessing sans a curse.
To find His voice removes the strain
and clears the fog off windowpane.
Man’s self-control declines with time
suspicion, vitriol are primed.
Determined thought will never still
discourtesy as major cause.
Respect needs willingness to chill
for biased minds feed scruple’s flaws.
January 9, 2020
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