Evil Of Our Birth Poem by Captain Cur

Is our name important as personal truths we share
contained within our writings are not our souls laid bare;
some prove opportune to introduce us to their Christ
others use the forum's blear to infect us with their lice.

Worldly lies are shared and culled, debating unproved truths,
some throw off the tight reins of faith harnessed in their youth,
rebellious with pierced eyes and nose, black goth colors spewed
across the tattooed arms and legs branded by their views.

Freedom is the term we hype while dogma's age and mold,
witness killings round the world while helplessness unfolds
preaching the water's fine as we plunder this old earth,
will we ever learn to tame the evil of our birth?