Engender Not Creed Consequences Poem by John Sensele

This I dare, this I declare
Trust given too readily
Boomerangs in the wake of lack of care
Burning burrows of deceit lividly.

This I peel, this I feel
Contrived colours in the end show
When the truth trounces the pill
To evaporate heresies that have outgrown their glow.

This I perceive, this I conceive
Temerity and integrity always triumph
Sties of lies for a while deceive
But tonnes of truth in the end gallumph.

This I proclaim, this I claim
Beneath every lie lives consequences
That kill the goodwill in the game
The lost play to the detriment of salvation sequences.