A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

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Being stewed
Slow, slow
Never turning down
The simmering
Rigid structures
They think scaffolds faith.

Shutting minds in
Monochrome existence.

To think that
You are defined
Only by their yardstick
And must be
Just so
Because they deem it

Interpreting the love
In their scriptures
As hate, of all else.

At a time when
The world shrinks
And minds must
Open themselves
To freedom

The world shrinking
Has proportionately
Shrunk their thoughts.

So much so
That a virus
That can wipe out humanity,

Less dangerous
Than them.

9 April, 2021, Day#9 of #napowrimo 2021

WIP, it continues… Day#9