Three Evils

Three Evils

A Poem by Greg Farina

Horror is not made from sin,

But innocence of scary things.

And so those in hell don’t see;

Long have they looked at bloodied streets

As if they don’t have bloody feet.

Hunger is not made of woe,

But emptiness of the hungry soul.

The coal-miners slowly to their work,

Hurting more than pain can hurt,

Not feeling their pain while they're cursed.

Tyrannies aren’t made of one,

But all, whatever our nightmares won’t

Reveal; the evil which sits inside,

And exposes itself in power’s pride,

As if we wouldn’t if we tried.


© 2017 Greg Farina



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Added on July 19, 2017
Last Updated on August 2, 2017
Tags: Evil, Tyranny, Horror, Poverty, Sadness, Death