The Presence Of Evil Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Coming too cruel,
Is the presence of evil.
And it has fooled,
The people who sit.

People have been minimized,
In maximized conflicts.
With it believed,
They'll receive benefits.

But a peace that could exist is being bombed.

Coming too cruel,
Is the presence of evil.
With a peace that could exist being bombed.

People have been minimized,
In maximized conflicts.
With a wish for a peace nowhere around found.

Children that are orphaned wonder,
'What's the war for? '
Children used as targets wonder.
'What's the war for? '
Children crying tears do wonder,
'What's the war for?
We don't want more.
Take from us your wars.'

Children that are orphaned wonder,
'What's the war for? '
Children used as targets wonder.
'What's the war for? '
Children crying tears do wonder,
'What's the war for?
We don't want more.
Take from us your wars.'

Coming too cruel,
Is the presence of evil.
'What's the war for? '
People are tricked into conflicts.
But what's the war for?
And who are they with a wish for more?

Coming too cruel,
Is the presence of evil.
'What's the war for? '
People are tricked into conflicts.
But what's the war for?
And who are they with a wish for more?

Coming too cruel,
Is the presence of evil.
'What's the war for?
And who are they with a wish for more?
War if you must on your own shores.
Take away today your presence of evil.'