The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Friday 14 November 2014

The Good Ol' Devil Made Me Say

If you say that “Man is good,” 
the Devil’s Advocate would have me
say that “Man is evil.”

I need only speak of our 
nightmares,
our dreams in the dark, those
fears and demons
behind our sleeping eyes.

I need only read the headlines,
words printed in a black ink
tattoo, perpetually changing
upon the page.

I need only remember 
words branded in our history books
(that we are the sons and heirs to)
“War, murder, bombings, 
shootings, massacres and mutilations.
Those evil words,
those words we live with.


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