There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.
The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!
Poets write beautiful words to describe savagery-wrapped civilization nowadays.