Evil In High Places
She said, listen...I was silent;
She said, hear it? – the absence...
for amid, the usual chatter and clamor of
daily activity, other, more appealing, sounds
had vacated:
No bright, blush, cuddly storybook voices...
Gone the gay colored, squeezable, squeaky
prompts from toy animals, followed by baby giggles,
and excited puppy-dog tails –
In their place I saw Democrat Masks –
The depth of depravity a so-called human
class had sunk to, for power and control
over vulnerable others –
How can they be so evil? – a small, troubled
voice asked, only her eyes visible, seeming
deprived of any rays of joy – I had no sensible answer....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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