Plaster Saints
We are surrounded.
Between us slithers the
Darkness which we fear.
We are the darkness.
We fear
Ourselves as well As others.
To believe when we were young,
Things were so perfect;
Innocent.
Although, if you truly deliberate,
There was no such time.
The darkness has always been present
And close or even within.
“The world, it brings horrors to life,”
False.
Hypocrisy is worn to its greatest Advantage.
Us humans
Bring the horrors into the world.
We cause the destruction.
We are the destruction.
The world we erode.
The people we daunt.
The earth,
So bald and blunt.
The human race,
So weak and numb.
They tell me not to speak of Such darkness.
Although it is real
And it breathes among us.
How long must we pretend
All is well
When we wade in such a pool of
Hate and Crime?
It is not about who possesses
The thickest and bloodiest of sins.
It is not about who is more holy
Or loved.
It is about forgiveness;
Acceptance:
Love:
Life.
We must change.
The world is not a good place because we
Are simply not good people.
We must change:
Improve:
Better:
Together.