Saturday, August 14, 2010


To evil I have given little thought,
The stuff of so much history we’re taught:
The wars, contentions, struggles of our lives,
The theory that the strongest one survives,
The conflict at the core of every drama,
More popular than any holy lama,
The Mystery of Iniquity unsolved,
Around which so much misery’s revolved,
The demon who personifies all evil:
The fallen Lucifer—that fiendish devil
And all his outcast cohorts tempting us
To errant woods, wayward and ominous.
How can I dream a world of wiser ways
Until it’s goodness everyone obeys?