Wicked Doing
I see the wicked passing by.
Their advertising bleak.
To see them have to tell me why
their passion all but weak.
Then letting them refute themselves
by clinging to each other.
Stirs feelings they're beside themselves
for giving what can suther.
And telling them they know a way
to give what feelings do.
Not hoping that they share the way
they got to me and you.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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