Redemption

Man

Is a microcosm

A molecule

A mere atom

And at times –

a naive 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 of honor

That God

Meant us to be.