The fundamental error of believing
and evil’s something over there
instead of in your head
is that you scare away what’s good.
If you jump and take the bait
you lose your mind and drown in hate
as if you couldn’t wait to get
the ones who want revenge
for loved ones you’ve delivered
to heaven’s heavy grave
in the carnival of war.
Amid the festival
of greed, deceit, and prejudice,
children are still brave enough to play–
yes, they were born that way.
Although you and I might murder them
some day, mistaking them for foes
or seeds of future woe, we too could
change instead and grow up for once
before we go to bed for good,
trade in our lives, and find out at last
how it feels to be dead, and what it means,
joining our mountains of victims
(from both our side and theirs),
arrested by the vista of viciously
sickening little tricks.
Let’s pray we have the sense to change
and move away from hate.
Maybe greater love awaits those
who opt for agape.
bleeds us dry of energy
as we divvy up the spoils
of hardened hearts’ turmoil.