An innate ability to destroy perfection,
That is what exists in between our ears.
An affinity towards pain and affliction,
A trait displayed throughout the years…
A simple thought can convey a disaster,
Ignoring the obvious gets similar results.
An insolent quirk breaks foes much faster,
Than huge stones and a dozen catapults.
The cognitive cog in our anatomy,
Is a masterful tool for deceit and affliction,
In its wake reigns fear & agony,
While it hides under the guise of contrition.
Only our minds can conceive of the means for atrocity,
And believe that it can absolve itself of its sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem