Self-Control
So many bloodbaths have taken their toll:
that thinking about it brings me to tears.
And too often, has sin tainted my soul;
for me to find God in my later years.
I still see the wild animal in Man
that history confirms was always there.
Although we deny the truth when we can,
human atrocities are everywhere.
Genocide and blatant brutality
are fueled by Man's primitive urges.
And when faith imbues immorality
with religious might, chaos emerges.
Human beings supposedly have a soul:
yet we've failed to demonstrate self-control.
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