Berserk

Your zeal for spreading truth is noble,
But passion unconstrained goes berserk,
And once the smoke is cleared away
You’ll be appalled by all your work:

The shredded hearts are scattered ’round,
Destroyed through you noble quest of pride,
But there are better ways to live
Than leaving millions here to die!

If you pursue a wiser cause
And love itself will fuel your zeal,
Your bloody sword will become a scalpel
With capability to heal.