Why Do You Still Have Faith in Humanity?

Faith is integral to human existence, but at what point is it unhelpful, or even dangerous? Repeatedly we place faith, unquestioningly, in humanity’s ability to save, but why? These are normally problems or issues created by humanity’s existence, so can we really expect ourselves to be the solution when we are the problem? The poem aims to highlight that believing consistently and unwaveringly, that humanity can or will come to humanity’s aid is at some point insane, but where does that point lie, and have we already surpassed it?