Reaching into humanity’s soul to search for a truth
Truth to reason for loss of its collective, human ruth
The obvious dichotomy between exhorting love versus hate
A living, warring struggle that directs humanity’s future, its fate
Long born are the values that stir the hateful pot of unrest
Heated by the flame of stolen power, the few whom take what is best
Disenfranchised, hopelessness pervades among the suffering many
Left struggling to survive, to fight when in fact there is much, plenty
Endless seems this scourged curse driving humanity to self-annihilate
Masochistically regurgitating past slaughters to celebrate, commemorate
What manifestation will forever cauterize this self-inflicted wound?
Would it suffice that a blessed life be deemed born of a virgin womb?
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