Wash Away Evil

*Fiction, inspired by a photo The old man sat on the bench, Holding only his coat and cup of water in his hand He had given away everything he has Now, he only has his voice to give and his arms for a hug Wise words for the fools, who think they know everything But do not even see what is right in front of them Or the self-centered rich people who stomp on this creation Without noticing a flower or budding tree Where would they be without the sun? The shade in the heat or not a single day of rain? This man who is likely judged in his raggedy clothes, Watches the world in dismay, as evil floods the country land While powerful people control those who are blind No-one walking by would know if he could give one more thing, It would be his life, if it could wash away this evil Save the people who love and restore everlasting joy Like the joy he saw in the faces of everyone he gave to before He looked down at the flower in the grass, next to the bench Instead he spoke to the flower and said, I know you understand Heidi Sands 10/13/21