The evil
that men do.
In the pit
of my stomach,
Turns the
screw of such evil,
Rancid in
disgusting inhumanity,
I come to
see, so oft’ in you,
Would I have
preferred
A less compassionate
dealing more?
For the lack
of love seen,
Sends my
heart into overload
By this
vengeful display wrought
Where love
ought to have been.
Cold,
inarticulate weirdness prevails
To the minds
of these monsters,
People
keeping their violence keen,
Till the
last chance for hope,
No-one cared
to breath this
In the face
of something
So
disgusting and desperately unclean.
Children, spawn of the devil,
Slaying one
another, their own kind,
Not a
natural thing is this
I believe if
we searched deep
Inside, something
else we’d find.
Yet here
walks such candour
To do the
bidding of hateful crime,
As if it is
their duty bound
Eviscerating
tiny souls, loved ones,
Or any
strangers that they find.
Do they
count as human kind,
This
wretchedness made form?
I cannot believe
my eyes today,
When I see
and hear the pain,
Which
they’ll not stop to spawn.
Madness
maybe, or just plain evil
Some
lovelessness gone into overdrive,
Watching how
they gloat for this,
And on their
destructive power thrive!
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