Our lives seem flippant, short and free. We need some rules and if you find One that might work, slow down. Be kind. Don’t fight for every cause you see For some turn sour eventually. So stand up strong for what is right. Obediently praise the light, But fear that foul self-righteousness. Out back’s a bucket for such mess With soap to make your stained clothes bright.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “kind” as a rhyme work in either line 2 or 3.