Satan to Saint
Bring me the grail of human essence,
and lay humanity sliced upon a golden platter.
Then he walks across bubbles of egos,
waging windy wars won in blatant prejudice.
He locks his kindness in a cosy cage,
and hangs his innocence in privileged palaces.
Gaza, Sudan, and the countless unnamed
erupt in lavas of red-hot cruelty.
His sincerity tolls like a muted gong,
drowned in a world of hungry haters.
And I, the Satan, will be crowned a saint,
while the human wanders on...
a hollow shadow of a ghost.
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