Stay awhile
The truth's domicile don't defile
Instead blow away the lemon in your bile.
Stay afloat
Pockets of poverty don't plot
If progress should repair your tatty coat.
Stay awake
Give sooth sayers a break
Your future should escape the evil earthquake.
Stay calm
In the face of the harm
Clawing its talons into your farm.
Stay in faith
When pomposity runs out of breath
And vanity prescribes poor health
Panting in its bed
Pretending it pounds dread
Pumping lead its head till truth declares vanity brain dead.
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