Description
‘Love me like you do yourself
Our voice the same
Our Echoes bluffed
Like shattered glass
Our Souls lay strewn
Beliefs abash
By God all known
Of many Gods
The base the same
Thy neighbour gripped
By Morals lame
In way a plenty
Thoughts all skewed
Forgotten still,
Thy Golden Rule’
VaL Smit ©
Published: The West Review Fall 2020