whats for dinner
as a babe from our mothers womb
we knew nothing,time did loom
this encompumsed all generations.
as we grew was cottled and groomed
the two wolves within grew.
the one young pup to anger and lust
was fed a constant diet of hurt and mistrust.
he was batttered and beaten
by those that he was given
to be loved.
he grew to maturity all battered and bruised
and attitued of hate ;bequiled of his estate.
to know only evil oh where would it end.
the second young pup to love and a joyous
enviornment
filled each day growing and revelling
in the sunshine of his youth
an attitude of love,respect,and peace.
and so we see the two strains of life compared
to each other
evil or good
they learn at our feet
what we instill within
and without
will a life time last
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