On Morals Poem by Cory Huennekens
On Morals
O! fair judge, wrapped in a cloak of piety
dawning fair garments called propriety
You who's name is poison and ill
tolerance your badge of false love,
The morality of men, an ocean hand made
ebbing and flowing by the moon of the heart
All things without a foundation fall
Is this morality more, is it all
One speaks the truth, scorned by hate
Another falsehood,
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