Poetry: The Norm In Abnormal.

In the norm of abnormalities, we write,
Dressing the purity of iniquity in black.
Just like we read from left, we’ve made it our right
Regardless of how much air our breath lacks.
Finding beatitude in the eyes of the blind
Blindly singing loud to every ear we find
Donating truthless foundations as rocks
Justice and transparency courting with locks
The light of sincerity now makes us squint,
And the rare taking over the usual after a hint.

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