The tranquility of a river,
My heart could not deliver.
The cry of pain,
My heart averted in vain.
A child's dancing feet,
My heart did consider a feat.
But all things evil,
My heart did consider civil.
All the good in life,
My heart did consider vice.
All the bad therein,
My heart did not consider sin.
Oh the vile in man's heart,
Even the heart with it can't part.
Oh the good in man's conscience,
Even the heart considers it nonsense.
Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2012
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Christian Eliab Ratnam
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