Humanity’s Cure

By: Gothic Lust

The thing I like about humanity is

How we, regardless of past grievances or current ones,

Place some form of morality in our lives.

Humanity could be found in the darkest of souls,

In the worst third world countries and even within

The gang infested streets of New York.

In Africa, children are abducted from their homes,

Handed machine guns or a bomb and thrown

Head first with clean hands into war.

But within these child warriors is still the chance,

The small hope of re-integrating with society.

And someone could come and take that child’s hands,

Wash them clean of the proverbial blood,

Soothe the nightmares away and burry the gun,

A memory of the past in the recesses of their soul.

A man, drowning in drug money and blood

Could surface to save a child from a broken home,

Or use his weapon to stab the terror

That frightens a woman in the dark alley ways.

Whatever his sins or dirty his hands,

The man could lift himself from doubt,

From war and thieving,

From drug money and destruction

To lend a hand to law enforcement

And point the way to another far worse than he.

Within humanity lives the sliver of hope,

The small bright ray of light shinning,

Illuminating the way through the corridors of the soul

Towards the morality and good capable in all.