Man
Is a microcosm
A molecule
A mere atom
Often a fool
A little earthling
With mundane joys
Constant chatter
And
Glittering smiles
Master of land
He calls himself
Hero at sea
He
Deems himself
He is
Dust of the air
Drop in a pool
A constant breaker
Of the Golden rule
Yet
He has a mind
And he has a will
That he can use
To stop ill- will
And if
Only he were
To use it well
What wonders to us
Then time can tell
So let us strive
For our redemption
And attain it
With
Due devotion
For only then
Will we really be
The men
That God
Meant us to be.