Morality

They tend to dwell on

A sliding scale,

Ebbing, flowing,

Shrinking, growing,

Ever-changing, rearranging

Facts and figures to adapt.

 

But morals yield to

Fits and quarrels,

Cede to greed and

Clashing creeds til

Standards rise to

Meet the eyes and

Probity is firmly mapped.

 

We are children of

The children of

The children of “the Child.”

Following millennial traditions

As if blind.

The linchpin of integrity

Not to be defiled,

Morality is never quite defined.