Karma harms no psalms
No one who practices her principles
To use no forceful arms
On any peace disciples.
Karma's door mat teaches mutual respect
To do good for harm
And good for good in every aspect
Of life in a conurbation or on a farm.
Karma's glamour switches no manna and manner truth
In a world gone cold
To hurt Ruth
Because she's grown bold.
Karma's armour needed in homes that can't laugh
Where moms forget
Tenderness and grow rough and tough
With no love for kids to get.
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