The Human Condition

New Poem that could use some constructive criticism.....

The Human Condition
To hear folks talk about the human condition one would think that good is impossible
One would think that a person just can’t help being rotten or bitter or angry or mean
One would think there is no hope for criminals or grandmas to be better or think better or do better
But that is just what one would think
I know that as humans we have a condition
There is always a part of us that, left unchecked, might cause us to believe the worst in others
There will always be days when we see the worst in others
There will always be times when we want to choose anger or hatred or greed
But those are just moments
The human condition we find ourselves in is a condition of our own making
We can choose to stand up for the outcast instead of commenting on the meanness of others
We can choose to comfort the broken hearted instead of gossiping about the heart breaker
We can choose love or forgiveness or grace
But that is just what I think