Without Light, Empty Shells Won’t Repent

HIM

He didn’t know them,

Therefore, he didn’t care

That he killed anonymous people.

He had no remorse, not being capable of it.

He loves the thrill of killing, being a killer.

He loves playing Russian Roulette,

Being the thrill-seeker that he is.

Thus, killing innocents does not upset him.

THEY

They have no character,

Not even a modicum of decency;

So how can they be moral?

Morality evolves in humans,

Else they fail to become that—

Beings unworthy of the name.

For what is a human shell

When the lumen, spurned, rejected,

Withholds the soul’s own light?

The human soul must have a spark

In the human body. Lumen, light.

As the heart, the mind, the emotive

Power evolves within the body,

These refine us when we’re led aright.

The seed, star, evolves every soul.

Yet a fire, light, un-nourished, flickers out.

And the lumen never becomes a flame or a sun.

~ Mary Handy Moore