That by nature man is born
in a world where destruction is set
where each infant is met
with a build in thorn
of germs of the plague and unadorned
enters it almost as the Creator’s pet
struggles to get
through the passing years, headstrong and stubborn
surviving against the tooth and claw
with a higher purpose in man build in
to comprehend, to be self aware and to love,
to build splendid things from mere straw,
to impact on everything living
reaching with prayers, with hope to God above.
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