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.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed

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