Evil Poem by Garry Stanton
Evil
Crawling on its hands
And knees,
Or sliding serpent-like
On a belly smeared
in the viscera of epochs.
There was never a time
When it was not here,
With us.
Is it in man only,
Or does it lurk in the
sweetest buds of nature?
But man is
Nature, a canker,
A soul, a torturer of
The only home we have.
Can ignorance be evil?
Can it?
Mr. Stanton: More enviable lines here. The viscera of epochs. Extremely cool. Many thanks! -G
A very thought provoking piece Garry, I think evil is only within man as he is capable of logical thinking and maybe we are all capable of evil but suppress it, 10 Lynda xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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A great concept...great thougt and written so beautifully and aptly with a very good structure.............