Flawed

There are times you think the ink is finally dry that human hearts are made of stone and always die that the lessons we have learned have no value in the effort to apply them we are not true I’ve canvassed fields of study and sought to learn had hoped what I’ve acquired I would not spurn But like the wool whose dye is firmly set I turn around to find I can forget There can be no denying that we are flawed our pursuit of excellence and love we call our God and then I look again and what I see an inheritance we have called negativity I battle with ideas and formulate the slavery in which mankind is dyed with hate Where here the things of Life he can’t enjoy making sure every child has hates employ here our own examinations have unclear lens We judge the flaws in others but miss our sins When the outlook of our future appears so bleak because our weaknesses to overcome we do not seek When we inspect all the others to find their flaws then imagine not in ourselves the self same cause Oh our hubris how insular the men you’ve damned And to follow after violence like it’s unplanned And still we kill each other in mind and deed because we seek to drench ourselves in greed We have given birth to death our practiced ways and dominion over mankind won’t leave but stays And still the studied set in institutions whatever we have learned no absolution’s who does note our selfish flaws knowing sorrow Will we awake another day forget tomorrow No paradise can come to being without mans love And all within the cosmos we’ll take care of Keep awake and never forget the yesterdays because mankind must be changing all his ways COPYRIGHT © June 2015 PoetryofProvidence via Duboff Law Group LLC