The Poisoned Heart
Original sin exists
Only in the poisoned heart.
For this is where the seeds of war
Germinate.
Don’t look to annihilate
With tanks and guns and bombs and poison gases.
Don’t try to heal
The schisms and fractures and
Feuds soaked in centuries of hate.
Heal the poisoned heart.
When war calls, ask:
Why?
For what?
Why not your sons and daughters?
Why make me into fodder?
What will be the prize for the rich and powerful?
Who are the true cowards?
Why must humans measure their worth
In piles of bloodied corpses?
Ask instead:
How can we heal the poisoned heart?
Who has the endurance and courage for that?
Who can unmask the motives of power and ego?
Who can reform the empty man
For whom no amount of wealth and power
Are enough?
Who can heal the poisoned heart?
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