The Flaw In Human Nature
Within every soul, there is an sense of doubt
A shred of imperfection, some may say
A flaw in the circumstantial creation of man
A demon that brings out the best and worst in human kind
Twas a weapon used by army greats
Used by Hitler, Churchill and the dreaded Amin
Used to conquer, to Vanquish, to rule over the weak
Used for the suppression, oppression and silencing of the unique
Tis a spirit that keeps one far, far away
Makes one want to flee, to run, to hide
Makes grown men cry and scars young souls for life
Famously known as the grim reaper of hopes and dreams
But like all weaknesses, it comes with advantages
Like a compass, it leads away from danger
Keeps us away from the grasp of death
Like a sign, a signal before the storm
We view it as either an upper hand or a drawback
A means of success or a cause of failure
But make no mistake
It will forever be mankind's nature
Copyright © Nia Thatiah | Year Posted 2022
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