The Mad And The Bad Poem by Dave Alan Walker

The Mad And The Bad

Rating: 4.7


Cauldrons of evil
cooked and ready
waiting to be poured
over humanity

Badness is not born
badness is made
the bad ones have had their lives
destroyed another way
now they have learned the evil ways
that made them this way

The sinned become the sinner
to ease their pain
they end up as mad as a hatter
ready to strike again

The chain needs to stop
a link needs to drop
save the sinned
and stop the sinner

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilson 06 January 2013

A brilliant write, There is so much sin it`s gone beyond bad now, will a link in the chain ever drop, sorry to say, I doubt it Dave, although I pray it will.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 07 January 2013

The chain needs to stop a link needs to drop save the sinned and stop the sinner the meaning for sin is the same in all dictionaries of religions. simply bad actions that hurt us and others physically, emotionally, economically, socially and many many more. Let us stop sinning! good poem!

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Gajanan Mishra 09 January 2013

Waiting to be poured over humanity. thanks. good write.

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Valerie Dohren 06 January 2013

There are so many factors responsible for badness, social, psychological, and maybe even genetic, but its a difficult cycle to break. Great write Dave.

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Indira Renganathan 16 November 2018

It's high time that we should stop the chain of sin....a timely poem in need...remarkable 10++++

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Matthew Foor 31 January 2013

Very well done.... Has a true message

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Kanav Justa 21 January 2013

so true, , , , cycle needs to be broken, , , although its a very difficult thing to do, , ,

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Smoky Hoss 19 January 2013

You are certainly right on with this one Dave; may it so be. Very good.

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David Mclansky 13 January 2013

Nature don't take chances When evil is required, Cruel wicked snide and searing glances, Emerge from hidden pridel To send the children down the mines, The wage slaves to their chores, Here comes the men of salt and brine There are Vikings on the shore.

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