word to word

word to word

Values, beliefs, ethics, principles are words,

Breathing through the nerves, hitting it round and again

For growth, profit, and bargain;

Of profiles and professions, of assets and possessions,

What travels commonly through the veins is grief.

Wonderful as the tailored flower, fruit and littlest leaf,

When two selves meet in a palace or on street

Fresh as the sweat drools for a treat;

Same is the lust and same the relief,

Then what is the seed, is it the diamond or the rice?

To those who are unlike we have ceased to be nice,

To clear it away all price is less

It has no brains, needs a heart without mess;

For us it is to search as we grow in our worlds,

Feelings warm that hide behind those frozen words!