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.