Sanity is a thing apart

From a sanitizing chore;

Sanity asks an equal world,

And an open door.

Sanity celebrates the soul,

Wrapped in diverse skin;

Sanity draws wholesome harmony

From the loud abuse of din.

Sanity is no preserve

Of the world’s overlords;

Sanity lodges smilingly

In empathetic sods.

Sanity seeks no supremacy,

She does not fight for more;

Sanity frowns on advancements

Built on other’s gore

Sanitisation does not yield

Sanity at all;

Sanity asks a cleansing

Closer to the soul.