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
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