“My sister,” Ciral interjected, “chose
to be inactive over to be hurt.
From what you’ve said, an artificial rose
would smell the same as something grown in dirt.”
“Oh, yeah? Then fill your nostrils up with this:
Not all the carriers were self-inclined,
or not to the extent they’d be remiss
in making living space for humankind.
“And this is where the learning part comes in:
The parents brewed the tea the youngsters drank.
They’re of the group that thought it was a sin
to give self-interest a higher rank.
“There lies the difference: Their moral law
is ever-changing; ours is absolute.
Ours is the light of God that Moses saw,
while theirs is still the ethics of a brute.”
Inactive: I’m going with celibate on this one.
©2011 Louis A. Merrimac
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