The Curse and the Cure
Fists clenched, ears covered,
I stand in the crowd,
Hiding among the people,
Attempting to ignore their voices.
The many, dirty voices.
They say things that bring about
Bad feelings, that bring about
Bubbling anger like magma.
But, most of all, the choice words.
These are things that do not belong here.
No one deserves to hear these things,
To see them forming on others' lips.
What reasons do they have to speak like this?
What monsters inhabit their souls and corrupt them?
I know the answer, but it is not one I like.
Monsters inhabit all, shades tickle our
Thoughts with temptations and evil words.
They don't need to be there.
They shouldn't be there.
What right do we have of being corrupted by
These creatures from the darkest of shadows?
It is an inherited curse by all, with only one cure.
A cure which is given us by our one creator,
By the one who brought this place into existence.
He offered his only son for us.
I only wish more would be given this gift.
A change in the winds is coming,
A shift in the world.
All will only become worse,
The world seeps darker in the curse.
Many do not know of the cure,
Do not know of huge sacrifice,
And relish in the darkness they
Have become.
The light will find them and change their
Hearts, will change their souls,
And the curse recedes.
More need to know of this cure,
To know of the better life they could lead
Without choice, dark words
And the actions that accompany them.
What will I change? What will be different?
More brought to the light and saved.
That's all I ask.