In the wake of queasiness, I call…

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In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is recondite pain?

When spites model in front line, so naked

Why knives on the backbone are disguise-sheathed?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is orotund confusedness?

When you harp in each and every spell of breath

Why hunt in temples, mosques and churches on earth?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is gravid iniquity?

When you have scripted our lives’ blank shell slate

Why one bears riches in fate…why poverty is other’s trait?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is sleeveless hatred?

When you have served up solely love in the plate

Why one is embraced and the other is averted in hate?


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