CAN WE TRUST FLESH?

Frank and sincere l have been in life.
I can't do what provoke doubtful strife
In the mind of those too little ones
As that will lead them to full ruins.

But the mettle of my heart is strict.
I want all my thoughts to be exact.
Don't give me a part of what l love;
Give the whole or it to hell you shove.

Flesh, you can't convince me of your state
As time to a servant you abate.
How can l place all my trust in you,
And little worms will all your might chew?

Days are passing and flesh gets too frail
Slowly to grave it crawls like a snail.
Hope can't be sought in flesh or its might
As it's hopeless those weak worms to fight.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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