Empty Hands



Is this our fate?

Reason born by enlightenment

Tethered to an instinctual animal

Steeped in the waging of war

From the dawn of time

And in every generation since

Victory found in the vanquishing

Our only tool, the stick


Are we not these men of reason?

Can we value our lives, and yet

Not value the life of another

In every person, see brother

Or does our path only lead

To what we have always been

A primal need to survive

A modern day crusade


Violence cannot hide in shadows

Reason beams a glaring light

A sun that shines on everything

And we see all too clearly

That we have so far to go

To be the true men of reason

Men with empty hands


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