Unconscious Of Their Evils Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The only evil that is to come,
Is that evil done...
And,
To someone.
The only evil that is to come,
Is that evil done.
Proud to inflict.
But not prepared for it,
When it comes unexpected.

The only evil that is to come,
Is that evil done...
And,
To someone.
The only evil that is to come,
Is that evil done.

People sit,
Unconscious of their evils.
They only wish,
To inflict a pain.

People sit,
Unconscious of their evils.
They only wish,
Something from it to gain.
And from evil done they think a running will be quick,
To get away from all that's evil.
And from evil done they think a running will be quick,
To hide from sorrows...
Of other people.

'What is it,
That I have done?
And what is it,
That I have welcomed...
To stay.'

It's your evil.
It looks like 'your' evil.

'What is it,
That I have done?
And what is it,
That I have welcomed...
To stay.'

It's your evil.
It looks like 'your' evil.
It's your evil.
It looks like 'your' evil.