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When we were young,
Some of our toys could have been confiscated,
Just for thinking about using them to harm others for real,
Or if we brought them out and did not share,
When our friends were around.

Now we are adults,
And only a few of us left who remember when this was so,
Fewer still who thinks it was wise,
After the event,
Fewer yet who will stand against the incoming tide,
And voice their gratitude in public,
For lessons learned at no cost of life.

As I look around at the growing list of those taken before their time,
I am haunted by the yet unanswered Question,
Will those that are so few be enough,
To to turn back the tide that is now swirling above the ankles of so many 
  adults,
All because when they were children, no toy was taken,
Until they learned its proper use?

Or will the god that I believe in,
Take away all the adult toys,
We haven't a clue, how to use appropriately?
I think not, as he gave us our free will,
For better or worse,
Which leaves us with the few who still believe,
To confiscate, to educate and keep humans in the race.

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