GOOD's DEAF, BLIND AND MUTEA Poem by M.BabuHear, See and Speak naught of EvilHear naught
of Evil, His deceit
becomes truth. And
possible, impossible. Evil wins
and You lose. Evil
whispers, Good
shouts. Good’s a
lake, While
Evil’s drought. Though we
crowd desp’rately. Around
Evil’s form. Awaiting
water to quench, Throats
parched and Conscience torn. See naught
of Evil. Evil is a
luster, Reflecting
weakly from Good, Taunting
the fools closer. Yet Good is
the Shining Sun, Glaring
right beside us. Silent and
despairing, As we
stupidly trust, The Angel
we don’t know. The Evil we
follow… Speak
naught of Evil. His
language surpasses cunning. Overcomes
all human intellect, A fire the
tongue keeps fanning. Good is
dialect, Tritely
comprehended. A lingo
once appreciated, Evil has
now Mu…f…fled… ~M.Babu~ © 2011 M.BabuAuthor's Note
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