Saturday, 25 August 2012

From a philantropist~~~

Bitterness spurred an intent
Ferocious, with venom it was bent
Malicious, with shame came that event
Pious, love shall bear it as ancient!

Forgotten shall be those sequences
Those which bore the harsh consequences
Peace and love sung the hippies
Wild and free they are, like the lillies

Respecting all those known as images
Pieces of clay, they all are the Lord's sages
Even if words strayed from the holy path
Saved we all are from a near blood-bath

Be altruist, shouteth the Lord amidst this mess
Be philantropic, do love all of My createdness!

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