Terrorism Of Hopelessness Poem by Barry Middleton

serenity has become the death of hope
a plaster saint shattered by a drunken tyrant
no possibility of redemption
no path ahead for evolution but despair

evil had nothing to do with apples
a confused metaphor hid the sin of the first born
brotherhood was forever lost
trust was banished by blood spilled in the sand

antiquity is still plundered for gold and slavery
men are washed in blood to please idolatry
bombs rip flesh and gods asunder
the invisible mark is borne by an evil soul