Just the other day
While out and about
I heard my name
In a frantic shout.
'Twas good ole Lucifer
And he appeared to be
In a pitiful state,
A wreck he seemed.
In one hand he held
A bottle of Jack,
And in the other
A bag of crack.
I kindly took space
And sat beside him...
I softly asked,
"What's the problem?"
With tears in his eyes
He looked up at me,
His face quite sullen
His voice ever meek.
"Why am I always
The one to blame
For the God forsaken...
The global shame?
I've my own to reap
Don't you know
Of all that
I have sown.
But all the others
Have far outdone
My sinful deeds,
They've taken my throne.
Yet day after day,
Year after year,
My name in vain
I constantly hear!
Hence the Jack
And crack cocaine,
I simply need
A little escape!"
'Twas but a moment
Passed in silence
Before I nodded
And gently responded.
I quietly whispered,
"Now there, there,
Don't you cry,
Don't despair.
You have no blame
For evil among
The lot of us
Old or young.
Choice is ours
We have free will
To mend the hurt
Yet choose to kill.
So, dear friend,
The ones to blame
Are those who covet
Murder and maim.
Evil are those
Of this earthly village...
Yes, those created
In God's image."
- Author: camillerosecastillo ( Offline)
- Published: July 27th, 2023 23:39
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 3
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