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Of the Nature of Mankind - a poem

Updated on April 2, 2013

The following poem was written as a result of the events of 9/11, but its content delivers a punch against all war, while uplifting to the level of honor those who are willing to fight for their nation and principles.

The work is appropriate in today's world, now that the nation's attention is riveted by the events of the latest mass shooting -- an event caused not by the weapons involved, but by an individual under the influence of psychiatric drugs. The DRUGS are the target, not the weapons. The manufacturers and dispensers of these drugs are the CORRECT target to investigate and stop.


When Artist breathes his dream

to paint more than he can see,

Man’s turn of each blade or brush

colors his canvas victoriously,

with pomp and ceremony;

When flag unfurls with colors

sharp and wet with dew after rain,

so Man is revealed: he has feelings

sharp and wet as fresh spattered paint

not to be restrained;

Man’s palette is drawn from honor and

his essence is not from his guns;

no burden laid on Man’s shoulder shall stand

endless ...

when bugle’s note is upon him

his colors shall not run.

© 2012 by Ronald Joseph Kule. Reserved.

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      Ronald Joseph Kule 4 years ago from Florida

      Thank you, aykianink. Since the only other time I ever see, "Good stuff," is from my author friends, I surmise you must be a writer, too. The part of the poem you like is my favorite part, especially the first tw olines you referenced.

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      aykianink 4 years ago

      Good stuff. I really liked the last part:

      Man’s palette is drawn from honor and

      his essence is not from his guns;

      no burden laid on Man’s shoulder shall stand

      endless ...

      when bugle’s note is upon him

      his colors shall not run.