Could the world keep
turning if we turned
a blind eye, asleep,
to truth unlearned?
Should we all loathe
those with conviction,
believe they must clothe
us absolute; no restriction?
Must we know no right
and wrong but a go-to
told by the height
of programmed review?
Would our hearts wait
on beating if we gave
up, love to hate,
for eternal deprave?
Ava Adley 