Until now there was always
An icon of integrity,
A pillar of strength and
A symbol of honesty.
Why then was a choice made to enter the domicile
Of those who have nothing to offer but venom?
They will not rest until
The entire body and soul is submitted
To their poisonous desires.
They have the charm of a cobra,
The softness of a tarantula and
The swiftness of a scorpion.
Their embrace is the sting of a hornet,
Their company is the closeness of a tick and
Their enchantment is the delight of a horsefly.
Why these actions which are
Morally like twisted grass,
Ethically like burned straw and
Spiritually like trampled leaves?
May the Almighty grant you - once more - a choice.
© François DulaPay

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