For religion, gold and fame
We argue, fight, destroy and maim
Have developed over the years
How to console- wipe other's tears
But our distinctive heinous traits
Greed, jealousy, gluttony, hates
Seem to linger still, and thrive
The good traits die and bad survive
Making us but civilized beasts
While Good starves the Evil feasts
Rarely when a sage is born
We greet him with the utmost scorn
Or place him on an alter high
Up there some where in the sky
Worship him, and there he stays
While we resume our usual ways
I'd love to see us all emerge
With some miraculous human surge
Use Arms only to embrace
Not to kill the human race.
In the warmth of love to bask
Is this wish too much to ask?
The age-old battle between good and evil, God and the devil, religions like to refer to it as, is succinctly addressed in your wish. The wish for almost everyone that we could find a way to defeat evil without committing evil, the seemingly easiest way to do it that never seems to prevail.
I especially liked your reference to arms with their double meaning so apropos for your poem.
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I especially liked your reference to arms with their double meaning so apropos for your poem.
Ron