DICHOTOMY SUMMIT (Dramatic Verse)

The Poet Doctor


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A parody of what is good,

A mockery of justice,

The misrepresentation of righteousness,

An insult to the human race.

Yet the disciples join in,

It seems evil is a better proposition.

Some people simply enjoy seeing others in misery,

Suffering,

Inflicted with aches and pains.

Underestimating the power of evil,

Wickedness caused by humans with a view of doing right,

More evil has been affected by optimism,

More than distrustful offenders.

People who will put power into the hands of the oppressor,

Shouldn’t be surprised if they turn against them.

Power tends to corrupt,

While absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Laws are like cobwebs that entangle the weak,

Yet are broken by the strong,

Coercing is not an antidote,

It is merely a therapy for the feeble minded.

Death sentence by itself is evil,

It is the law which represents an eye for an eye,

Yet it is considered good.

Capital punishment is evil in itself.

One must fight evil with evil,

To overcome evil one must admit to persuasion,

To triumph over evil is for good people to do nothing.

To get smart thinkers on one side you get away with murder,

Good overwhelm a lot,

Yet evil overcomes it.

The wicked person bears carefully the frailties of the good,

While systematically overpower the weak.

It is a way of modern living.

The conquest of the world should become complete,

Only by polluting all the women,

Evildoers use them as objects of exchange in their battles,

They keep using them until their victory is achieved.

This logic is also employed by soldiers,

They rape the mothers, daughters, sisters, and wives;

In the name of victory!

Female of evil disciples will further assist in undermining the civilization.

The devotees shall transpose womanhood,

Turn their children for nourishment rather than fostering…..

Squandered future generations into soldiers of wickedness,

Rather than let them grow and propagate the values of their culture.

Evil shall grow and become one.

First came communism, and no-one spoke, they were not communists,

Then came the Jews, no-one spoke they were not Jews,

Homosexuals and lesbians arrived, no-one spoke the were not like them,

Catholics arose no-one spoke, they were atheists.

They will come for us,

But there will be no-one to speak up for us.

Everybody,

Everyone knows about evil,

How it manipulates with fulfilled promises,

To be frightened there should be fear first,

Unreasoning terror paralyzes cultures,

Evil must be destroyed,

Evil is a form of incompetence,

I won’t be sorry for I have done good,

But I will be sorry that others have done evil.

The lust for evil is not rooted in strength but in weakness,

Yet evil cannot be filled with happiness.

If I look around me would do I see?

Who wants to be good and for what?

I blame evil on boredom,

Boredom is widely unrecognised as a source of evil,

The absence of purpose is the lack of things to do….

It is the basis of all monotony.

We need meaning in our lives,

Pursuing primitive pleasures will be coming to the norm,

Seeking evil causes.

Beware of being under the leader of wickedness,

Making one think if they fight they’ll live forever,

Don’t be defeated,

Victory has a thousand fathers,

Defeat is an orphan.

It is better to achieve for something wanted and not get it,

Much better to achieve for something not wanted and get it.

The abuse of evil words are the foundation of a corrupt philosophy,

I distrust evil,

It produces a desert of consistency with a river of blood,

The corruption of man is followed by the corruption of languages.

To think that unawareness leaves one at the mercy of wickedness,

A liberated man from humiliating fantasy known as integrity.

The simplicity of people’s minds

The education in dichotomy,

Reduces them to be an easy prey to a big capture,

The victor will not be asked for the truth,

The victor is blessed with evil,

Humans don’t think, they presume too much.

Which is true,

Every country has the government it warrants.

Most people think they are deliberating,

When in truth are reshuffling their prejudices.

If freedom means anything at all,

It means the right to tell others what they do not to hear.

If thoughts corrupt language,

Than language corrupts thoughts.

The injustice lies everywhere,

It is a threat to justice anywhere.

To ignore this evil is to become a collaborator to it.

Evil power that wicked people possess is their ultimate aphrodisiac

Then again I ask what is wrong with sexual desires?

Man is told was born to corrupt and seduces…..

In the eyes of evil people and their laws, it is true,

Moral laws dictate differently.

Good people have good laws,

Morality is the separation of objectives,

Choices, and actions.

It’s between those that are good or right and those that are bad and wrong.

Yet who can say what is right and what is wrong?

The good people say they are right there their moral conducts is good,

The the evil ones are corrupt and the other way round.

A person who is cruel to his animals,

Becomes hard also in dealings with his fellow human man.

I cannot judge the heart of man by his treatment to animals.

Yet the inequality of rights and power progresses from every source of evil.

Any man who is iniquitous has the power to encouraged to abuse it.

What the public needs are another redeemer,

He’ll give them a bath of blood to wash in it,

They will become monstrous.

Evil is here,

So am I!

Evil doesn’t discuss matters with its disciples,

It renders them without their consent;

The protection of a man is more sacred than the protection of its possessions,

One of the greatest delusions in the world,

Is the hope that evil can be cured by legislation.

When evil conquer on being is as though it conquered a population,

While I if I love one person it seems I loved a whole population.

Am I deluding myself?

No man is justified in doing good on the ground of convenience,

Righteousness always bring with it irresponsibilities,

There is no good or evil unless there is power.

We know that power corrupts.

Am I deluding myself?

Power takes insolence from the thrashing of its victims,

The evil that is in the world almost comes of ignorance,

Good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence,

That is if they lack the understanding of evil.

One death is a tragedy,

A million deaths is a statistic.

The lust for power is most flagrant of all the passions,

Evil gives it graciously while most accepted gracefully too.

Law!

Morality!

What does evil care about it?

Haven’t it got the power?

For that moment I believe so,

But a thing is not always true, because a man died for it.

When the truth is buried underground,

It expands,

It congests, it gathers such a dangerous might,

That one day it will burst out,

It shocks up everything with it.

I hope that when that day comes,

There ‘ll be enough people to care.

All that concerns with leaders it mainly goes wrong,

They try to cure evil with evil,

They do enhance it, they subdue it,

Once a soul has conceived wickedness,

It can foster no good thereafter.

Evil is so unpretentious that it shares its bed with us and eats on our tables.

The whole range of good and evil is in every human being,

Evil is a point of view,

Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of destiny;

Good is always the creation of virtuosity.

There is no reason why good cannot triumph over evil.

The triumph of anything is a matter of configuration,

Whoever fights evil should see to it carefully,

It can in that in the process he does not become evil himself.

I know that when I look into the abyss,

The abyss also looks at me back.

The belief of evil has been since the beginnings of man’s creation,

It is highly developed in culture,m

It’s not only an ancestor of brutality also is a mask of good.

The substance of good was conveyed to evil,

It drew itself all the hatred and resentment,

It throbbed good into its devotees so that it could become evil.

I understand that no-one who summons up the evilest,

Can expect to come through the struggle unharmed.

I feel that evil is always easy and possible,

Yet good and goodness is eternally difficult.

I can help to feel that the singular evil of our time is prejudice,

It is from this evil that other evils grow and multiply.

Apathy and evil the two work hand in hand,

They are the same,

Evil desires it, apathy permits it.

Evil hates the innocent and the defenceless most of all..

Apathy doesn’t give a fuck as long as it is not personally inconvenienced.

Apathy is a glove in which evil slips its hand in.

All evil things start from innocence.

In every man’s heart, there is a devil,

But we do not know the man as bad,

Until the devil inside him is provoked.

The belief that there is only one truth,

That oneself is in possession of it,

Seems to me the deepest root of all evil of this world I live in.

A resolution to avoid evil is seldom known,

Till evil is so far advanced as to make prevention impossible.

I don’t make imaginary evils.

I know of so many real ones to encounter.

I know enough the power of evil,

Yet it does not make ugliness seem beautiful,

While goodness seems ugly and weak.

The only thing for evil to jubilation is for good men to do nothing,

The human thinks that small acts of goodness are of no benefit,

They also presume that small deeds of evil do no harm,

So They do nothing, they don’t refrain from them.

There, wickedness becomes so great that it cannot be concealed,

The guilt becomes so immense that it cannot be forgiven.

For some, if they’re afraid of something good,

They think of calling evil to come to their rescue.

But suppose they struggle through to the good and find it is dreadful?

What do they do if the food itself turns out to be the very thing they cannot eat?

If a home is not their place to live,

While their very own character makes them unpleasant?

Indeed, then, they have played their last card and lost.

I must admit that I have got evil in me as much as anybody else,

Yet some desires it more,

That scares me shit less.

I am no saint,

Yet I always walk the right line,

It’s a mean line, I admit,

It is also straight and narrow,

Sharp as a razor,

Cuts right into the heart.

I find I’m always bleeding on that line,

Sometimes I often wonder why don’t I step off it.

People aren’t evil,

People aren’t good.

They live how they want to day after day,

They come off the dust and go back to the dust,

Who’s fault is that?

Evil lurks into the heart,

With false pretences.

It has the ability to survive identification and go on forever.

We try to raise and educate our children,

So that they’re protected against the world’s evil,

Only to find we’ve raised a pack of innocents,

Who seems to be destined to blend with evil itself.

We are all mingled with good and evil.

Empathy alone stands apart from the continuous circulation,

That is between good and evil happening within us;

For when it comes to good and evil,

A person has a free spirit.

The fear of good and evil is merely a prognosis, (I think).

I also believe that the foundation of life is built upon this struggle,

The battle between the two most powerful forces.

If we were born free,

We would stay free as long we form a conception of good and evil.

If time is not real,

Than dividing a line between this world and eternity,

Between suffering and bliss,

Between good and evil,

They become an illusion.

Religions don’t teach us the difference between good and evil,

They only surmise it. Religions are the worst of good and evil.

It has been rightly said that nothing is insignificant,

Nothing is helpless,

A single action can disperse everything.

There lies the endless similarity between good and evil,

We should not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.

The wicked are wicked,

No doubt about that and they go astray and fall,

They will come by their rewards,

Yet who can tell the damage which the very righteous do?

From the beginning,

We try to understand that good is incomplete,

Ant that evil is often an instance more than a situation.

We cannot change who we are and that is a fact!

Evil lurks into the heart,

With false pretences.

It has the ability to survive identification and go on forever.

We try to raise and educate our children,

So that they’re protected against the world’s evil,

Only to find we’ve raised a pack of innocents,

Who seems to be destined to blend with evil itself.

 

We are all mingled with good and evil.

Empathy alone stands apart from the continuous circulation,

That is between good and evil happening within us;

For when it comes to good and evil,

A person has free spirit.

The fear of good and evil is merely a prognosis, (I think).

I also believe that the foundation of life is built upon this struggle,

The battle between the two most powerful forces.

If we were born free,

We would stay free as long we form a conception of good and evil.

 

If time is not real,

Than dividing a line between this world and eternity,

Between suffering and bliss,

Between good and evil,

They become illusion.

 

Religions don’t teach us the difference between good and evil,

They only surmise it. Religions are the worst of good and evil.

 

It has been rightly said that nothing is insignificant,

Nothing is helpless,

A single action can disperse everything.

There lies the endless similarity between good and evil,

We should not do an immoral  thing for moral reasons.

The wicked are wicked,

No doubt about that and they go astray and fall,

They will come by their rewards,

Yet who can tell the damage which the very righteous do?

 

From the beginning,

We try to understand that good is incomplete,

Ant that evil is often an instance more than a situation.

We cannot change who we are and that is a fact!

  • Author: The Poet Doctor (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2018 03:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: EVIL is usually perceived as the ritualistic alienating opposite of GOOD, in which GOOD should prevail and EVIL should be defeated. This is one of the poems from a collection of poems by Alfred Vassallo, deals which such aspect Why is Evil? Why is Good? A question which merits an answer.
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    I've only skimmed this. Phew, bit heavy!



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