‘Tis more dangerous than any weapon created by man,
Born of spirit and Heaven’s hand.
Free to be opened and enjoyed like fine wine,
Or corked up and saved for another time.
In anger it rages and wishes to impart harm,
Praying before action that reason sounds alarm.
Planning and scheming are some of what it does best,
Running through scenarios, putting them to the test.
At times acting irrational as in the case of lust or love,
Acting without thinking giving primal urge a shove.
Evil when plagued with illness deprived of right or wrong,
Difficult to cure lasting the whole life long.
It’s never been more dangerous than when behind a wall of brick,
Ignorance and jealousy and hatred make it sick.
Closing off one’s mind is a terrible and awful waste,
Something that should be frowned upon as a sheer and utter disgrace.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~