EVIL

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    EVIL

     

    This today

    Is overly form

    Misused and abused

    Like predators do

    Like prosecutors

    Dealing a blow

    To them that cringe

    When they will know

    That freedoms hinge

    On guilt or innocence.

    Some of it nonsense

    A lot of it life misspent

    In devious desires

    To do the devil’s will

    And make certain unperfect

    Lives miserable again

    And again and again.

    Its overly done

    These devious ones

    Who look for fun’s

    Kinship

    In unholy alliances

    To ply their trade in dilly dalliances

    With evil ways and evil appliances.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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