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Men are good for the most.
Except when they are tempted by
Anger and greed.
Ambition and recklessness
Fueling there gnash of teeth
At spit and air.
Men are corrupt.
Except when they succumb
To love.
Laying down there arms and sickles
Seeking out the peace
Of comforts embrace.
Now is the part where I tell
You of honor.
How you are blind to it
Unless you open your eyes to it
The faith in man we all
Have.
Not god but man.
Not good but human.
Not corrupt but new.
Copyright © Nathan Logan-Cooney | Year Posted 2011
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