The Age of Justice

  Is Man not of one family, Born of one blood, Sprouts of one seed; Many long branches, but of one tree.   How comes he then, murdering, His rapacious soul murmuring; What manner of darkness upends, When his blackened heart descends; Does this not portend the terrible beginning of a tragic end?   Who shall stand against such tyranny; Will brother fight brother, or join in the villainy; When one nation abides its own wanton slaughter, When no other nation defends these sons and dau