We are temples,
of flesh and bone,
of aversion and spite,
maybe just a mite…

Beautiful oratories,
some empty,
other full of verses,
but on the bottom
all converses…

Each life is a temple,
and with our candles
we could illuminate,
lights that can dominate…

Temples of integrity,
sanctuaries of sadness,
palaces of kindness,
incense and gladness.

Cathedrals of roles,
atriums of simple prisoner souls.