JonathanLIEBLING

Yourself

 

Boundaries set by those, at will,

Whom moral stance rights them to kill,

Original values, original sin,

In judgement, they keep theirs' within.

 

Hypocrisy, destroys our soul,

Yet, convenient morals build that hole,

How can we still pretend to know,

What's right from wrong, what's high from low?

 

It's guilt that drives our cold cruel hearts,

From love to hate, government to art,

We cannot make those absolutes,

With priorities so far from Truth.

 

Ourselves is all that swells our minds,

Its selfish pains, interpret finds,

Some try to say they know, they've seen,

But all they know is where they've been.

 

No time to judge, with coloured vision,

No right to cast moral decision,

Your time's best spent on what you see.

Of what's in you, not what's in me!