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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Strings of Soulfulness 