The spilt secrets cannot deter our faith
In people’s souls– Their virtue and sincerity,
For if we lose our hope in our humanity,
We’ll be afraid to live and love again,
Instead we’ll lock our doors to joy with hate
And there we’ll cloistral sit alone and safe,
But how could we content such lonesome life?
Rather we should, we must, accept reality;
Better vulnerable to such brutality
And live life faithful of humanity
Than not to live at all.