MINDSHINE

Complicit in the cruelty of war,
Believing man a natural predator,
We yet perpetuate through that belief
The underlying reason for our grief.

Of course we’ve learned from raptors how to kill,
Discovering in combat a mad thrill
And thereby grown addicted to such ways,
But now can see such customs as a phase
In the long arc of our development
And not the course on which we’re truly bent.

As our mindshine grows brighter over time
And we evolve toward something more sublime
Than conquerors, supreme in wielding force,
We’ll learn at last compassion and remorse.

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