Tribalism

I sit here always trying to make sense of the beautiful world that surrounds me. The sunlight just dazzles, spring leaves are dense on the trees, in their fluttering seem to be dancing on the season's arbitrary breezes. What I don't understand and must question is the flaw in our makeup that seizes on each other's frailties, with cold intention we murder each other in the streets. In current history a tribe, once slaves with smothered dreams, violence greets, from another's fears of lost privilege, like knaves. We are so sharp of tooth and red of claw and so at odds with the beauty of Nature's law.