Evil HidesA Poem by David P. EckertA sociopolitical discourse on evil, perhaps
Evil Hides Evil hides its face dormant in our cells, a cancer of thought waiting for the moment when every wrong and hurt of one lifetime twists logic to shreds, when blackness spews forth in explosions of revenge, volcanic ash resentments pulverizing each human form unfortunate to share its path. We call this darkness evil, its source unknown as lives tortured behind closed dwelling doors, unknown as scorn, as ceaseless isolation in a crowded school, unknown as minds demented with disease, shuttered by faceless voices of rage and false logic which rend the mind. We won’t face evil in swank insurance board rooms, dividends paid out handsomely, treatment days closely guarded. We won’t face it still in classrooms of 35 five-year-olds or when anyone of us turns his back with compassion fatigue or open disgust at insecure bullies and timid victims peopling our hallways and walkways. We’re blind to evil passed down as the secret to life like a bottle of finely aged whisky, or kept away like housing projects in places we won’t stray near as a bullet. We believe in secret causes and plausible deniability, bad seeds and bad blood incurable, locked away from we innocents and marked like Cain forever. Public myopia and short memories paint our glasses rose, our rigid arms and fingers arrowed in accusation. © 2008 David P. EckertFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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