Morality Poems
Conformist to nonconformities
by A.F. Sh
Witness the harsh realities of life I do,
Is it my own problem that I find them cruel?
Stairs up I go, meet Dissolute on every floor,
Does love not exist in my time no more?
Men and women indulge in all sorts of debaucheries,
Am I wrong for breaking this cycle of conformities?
Oh no, I find it hard to give in to all my needs,
Go corrupt and submit to what I call misdeeds;
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Sanctums Of Sin By Chidi Anthony Opara
by Public Information Projects
Let me rebuke satanists.
Let me tonguelash
The surrogates of satan
And their sanctums of sin.
Cascade of cants,
Canticles crafted with insincerity
And incredible credos.
Poverty on earth,
......
What's Good?
by Richard Randolph
A good deal is one in which everyone wins.
A good game is one that all the players enjoy.
A good country is one that takes care of its poor.
A good life is one rich in both struggles and joy.
A good job is one that allows you to do what you love
while challenging you to constantly get better.
A good family is a group of people
who love each other no matter what-forever.
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The good people
by Rhys O’Donnell
A whore in the underbelly of a city leads men to their ruin. She steals, deceives, cuts throats, and spreads her legs for any who even glance at her. Her looks have degraded and many would gag at the sight of her, but there are always those desperate or malicious enough to seek her service.
Grotesque
Dishonest
Shameless
There is more.
A Deadbeat holed up in his apartment hurts the one he hates the most. Slit wrists act as a calendar for him; counting down days down arms hoping to run out of space so he can justify his end. The ungrateful bastard wastes the most precious gift he was given, and does not concern himself with the sacrifices others made to keep him alive.
Selfish
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A Moral
by Samuel Rowlands
He that performes not what he ought,
But doth the same neglect,
Let him be sure not to receive
The thinge he doth expect.
When once the tall and loftie tree
Vnto the ground doth fall,
Why euery peassont hath an axe
To hew his boughes withall.
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The good people
by Rhys O’Donnell
A whore in the underbelly of a city leads men to their ruin. She steals, deceives, cuts throats, and spreads her legs for any who even glance at her. Her looks have degraded and many would gag at the sight of her, but there are always those desperate or malicious enough to seek her service.
Grotesque
Dishonest
Shameless
There is more.
A Deadbeat holed up in his apartment hurts the one he hates the most. Slit wrists act as a calendar for him; counting down days down arms hoping to run out of space so he can justify his end. The ungrateful bastard wastes the most precious gift he was given, and does not concern himself with the sacrifices others made to keep him alive.
Selfish
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Sanctums Of Sin By Chidi Anthony Opara
by Public Information Projects
Let me rebuke satanists.
Let me tonguelash
The surrogates of satan
And their sanctums of sin.
Cascade of cants,
Canticles crafted with insincerity
And incredible credos.
Poverty on earth,
......
We Are Proud Sudanese
by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
We stand on the high cliff: We shout as fowls accede the horizon: We stand with our people and fight for our country
Not only that, but we are proud Sudanese.
Regardless of multi tribes
We are proud Sudanese
In spite of the dispute of the most powerful army and paramilitary group
We are proud Sudanese
In spite of injurious people by gunfire accidentally.
We are proud Sudanese
When disgrace comes our way, when people dry land our country's name: We live with a firm planet and uphold its majesty
We are proud Sudanese
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What's Good?
by Richard Randolph
A good deal is one in which everyone wins.
A good game is one that all the players enjoy.
A good country is one that takes care of its poor.
A good life is one rich in both struggles and joy.
A good job is one that allows you to do what you love
while challenging you to constantly get better.
A good family is a group of people
who love each other no matter what-forever.
......
Conformist to nonconformities
by A.F. Sh
Witness the harsh realities of life I do,
Is it my own problem that I find them cruel?
Stairs up I go, meet Dissolute on every floor,
Does love not exist in my time no more?
Men and women indulge in all sorts of debaucheries,
Am I wrong for breaking this cycle of conformities?
Oh no, I find it hard to give in to all my needs,
Go corrupt and submit to what I call misdeeds;
......
