Morning Words As Advice Poem by Julian Takali

In the swamp named life, all trek and trudge
Thee, he, she can but try to resist to judge
But overcome it will, the brunt of pressure
Until beside ease, up springs the worst of gestures

Must we all be so crude and cruel?
Isint the point to make peace and not duel?
Exists a reason but the excuse of the human condition?
Not enough jazz in our blood, not enough kissin'
Not enough picnics and wandering, not enough singin'
Not enough escaping into liberty, not enough livin!