A poetic thesis on the wants of man, and how they may or may not bring eternal peace.

The wealth in man, found not in things.
The health of man, and what he brings.
All too soon discovered himself and his control of the world,
in abject shame he covered himself and joined his soul with the girl.
One man born without our sin
holding belief in His hands
some stand waiting to begin
others fearing good; ran.
And all the while,
through the persecution and pain,
we learned to smile.
Tools of execution, obtained
in our horrible knowledge and our terrible minds
we can never acknowledge,
we can never be kind.
All the wealth of man in all he brings
cannot change the face of the world
and our conscience…it stings!

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  • Jeff Free on Dec 8, 2009

    horrible knowledge, terrible minds, I can only pray each day that mine something nobler finds.

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