Lesson 45
When evil creeps into the doorsof mundane minds, he rarely leaves
his shoes out, instead tracks the dirt
within, and they leave sordid signs,
easy to read, and many do. In fact,
they’ve made a business out of it.
Nobody thinks of the victims.
Nobody thinks of anything
except the freedom evil brings in
both doer and observer. The medium
may differ, but when evil creeps
there’s eyes around watching, waiting,
not to stop him, but gawk and gasp.
For there’s so much fun to be had.
Poetry by Sameen
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