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Poem

It is the worst animal, and the best,
Born with mind, yet ruled by chest.

It loves the friend, betrays with ease,
Speaks of truth, then weaves deceits.
Welcomes guests, then bolts the gate,
Grants forgiveness, fuels the hate.

It shelters birds, then snaps their wing,
Feeds with care, then kills to cling.
Strokes the lamb, then draws the blade,
Gives a life, then digs a grave.

It bombs the earth, then brings relief,
Cries for peace, yet sows the grief.
Heals the wounded, sparks the fight,
Lights the day, then steals the night.

It carves a god from ash and bone,
Then kneels to call it not its own.
It breaks the law, then writes anew,
Burns the world, then plants the dew.

It is the hand—both fist and grace,
Saint in rags, yet wolf in lace.
The one who ruins, the one who mends,
The beast that weeps, the mind that bends.