What’s more important, a gun or a life,
a religion, belief, or a child?
Our focus is lost, on extremes that have cost,
us the lives of the many defiled.
Weapons, religion, and money, we’ve made,
give us power to help or defend.
But the weapons we’ve made, and the choices they gave,
became blood of the many that died.
Religions of earth still dividing our world,
were created for souls to be fed.
And money and gold, here to help, we’ve been told,
made us greedy and haughty instead.
We forget that mankind is much greater than these,
calling us to refocus our hearts.
For these can be solved with one law you recall,
that encompasses all of mankind.
Mankind: our brother, our sister, our mother,
remember, that we all are one.
Let me ask this again, what’s important to men:
a child, a belief or a gun?
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.