The Center Will Not Hold
Yeats got it right--
the center will not hold.
We are falling apart and
know it not: what succor
will there be for the blind?
So evil plays out in furtive
hit and run, slaughtering
a movie theater, killing nine
in a church, rampaging
through a kindergarten--but
their spirits are released to a
world devoid of evil, hate,
while their killers have sadly
murdered their own souls,
damning them to a black
tormented darkness for
God knows how long.
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2015
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