The Mind Is Born With No Morals Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Born as a template of both good and bad
The mind stands on the shoulder of the growing child
Looking out for any experiences to consume
Unaware of the danger within

Sometimes the mind is fed love and kindness
Wrapped in a bubble of good family values
And bathed in a bath tub of religious pearls
The mind learns to be good
To always be sensitive to others
To pray and worship God

Sometimes the mind is fed nasty things
Abused and violently assaulted
The mind learns to be bad
"Vengeance is mine." says the mind.
Consumed by hatred

The mind goes on a self-destructive mission
Juvenile delinquencies
Criminal tendencies
Violence against humanity
Rape
Suicide