“What’s the psyche of those who…?” One fills in the blank
With the offense committed. Our identities
Set us ones against others. How can this be changed?
It will go on forever because we’re deranged
In that we’re a strange animal wanting to seize
Absoluteness of sovereignty distant to rank.
What’s the mind of the suicide bomber? Who knows
But the dead then crossed over and without the choice?
Humans must fight for what they truly believe in.
Animals protect boundaries. We may begin
To look hard at the future and try to rejoice
Yet we’re still just as animals, history shows.
When my space becomes threatened, I may have to kill
But I’d rather not do it, hence the paradox
Of the human condition. Beliefs that we own
Interfere with our instincts. That’s why we are prone
To such gut wrenching hatred. Our own growth it blocks.
Any nationalism means blood has to spill.
Can we come to the wisdom to end enmity?
If there’s no room in our souls for that to take place,
Then it will translate naturally to bloodshed.
We must kill off the enemy and move ahead
Which is why some think we can’t survive as a race.
It’s always been a struggle. We’ll just have to see.
