If in my environment I bustle in a hassle to hustle hate
To spread hope and harmony to every corner
Happiness and hopefulness grow great
To accord and afford every soul a pimpernel partner.
If in my dealings I exercise my rights to excise exclusion
To connect every comrade to a serenade thread
Where fusion fetes inclusion
I assent to gather in gallows every grumpy grain and grudge grenade.
If in my fond feelings love lives aloft
Every heart heralds halos and activates arts
Meant to subtract, sully and slay soft
Power I can't sanction sacrificial starts and tangerine tarts.
If in my conversations thrives the truth
In words, in actions, in deeds
No iota of untruth, nothing uncouth
Will parade tirades of imbalance, indolence, impertinence, insolence and sow somnolence seeds.
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