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Oct 2015
Like a garden unattended
our society is an epitome of confusion.
Integrity is a word so common,
and a value so rare.
Good values fill our lips,
yet our hearts suffer a chronic deficiency,
entangled in decayed morals,
'positivity' hardly grows nor influences.
This fact,
that a single rotten potato
sufficiently poisons the whole sack,
is a so bitter reality.

We need more than good-will of a few,
we need an in-exhaustible source,
a positive drive to change our course.
We need a permanent stream of integrity,
a stream to counter moral impurity.
That which will stand the opposition of hypocrisy,
bare the pain of isolation,
and pay the high cost of not compromising.

...to be continued.
Written by
Marbet Daniel  Nakuru Kenya
(Nakuru Kenya)   
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