Not stale, rigid morals,
With warm oceans stoking violent storms,
Whitening the corals,
Genocide in places more than Burma,
Orchestrated by states,
Pres'dents retracting laws meant to protect,
Humans of different genders and race,
All in the name of a morality,
Namely, the church of coin,
A dried up old prune we're led to believe,
Must guide where we're going.
But what if not?
If we just spent our hearts,
Bowing down to no god but common sense,
Where such injustice could not even start.
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