hy must we take all meanness in our stride?
Must any baby die from gross neglect?
Can we in some way change the tide? Select,
Perhaps, a new approach? One not yet tried?
Let natural meanness rule a man, he'll guide
His life by greed alone, Why will he defect
From love and choose cold wealth, and then dissect
His soul upon the couch? Why must he hide?
The lights of love burn beautifully bright.
Too strong for those who in the darkness dwell
Like spiders under rocks. They shun the light
And run when they're exposed. With words uncouth
They curse at all things right, and make life hell.
Such eyes can't bear the brilliant stare of truth.