Warpaint Of The Soul

Life is comprised of human civilizations;
separated from a universal One;
then, further divided into warring nations;
a prisoner to pride; they’d become.

Pride created a generation of conquerers;
all; descendants of the King;
cast out to become aimless wanderers;
seeking power over everything.

No tribe had a monopoly on anger;
division became its accepted role;
contempt and hate, usher in danger;
arrogance corrupts the soul.

The prodigals of love; had learned to hate;
taught by the father of lies;
to all those, different; they couldn’t relate;
all fighting for the same prize.

Some painted warpaint on their face;
others hid in a trojan horse;
all mankind lived lives of disgrace;
some defied love; by divorce.

Some say actions speak louder than words;
but angry words are hate from the heart;
evil are those who murder with swords;
even worse; those who tear lives apart.

Life wasn’t created for anger and hate;
love thy neighbor; the Master’s goal;
those who love, will reach heaven’s gate;
anger is the warpaint of the soul.

Monty 11/17/24. # 2,451