In The Mirror
The last line of your poetry stirs the cauldron of deep divisions of thoughts and opinions. The slaughter of innocent people is well-seated in Mankind's history.
Every weapon from guns, knives, and gasoline to sticks and stones will all need to be "regulated". Maybe we, as people should all be regulated. All of us locked up and the last one standing with the cell key, performs seppuku.
You can't regulate prophecy.
...just bein' Bluesy