What is Evil?
A poem about how we may perceive “evil”
Written by Dylan Sickich
Evil
Slips out tongues and creeps in our thoughts.
We watch it happen when we ought
To stop it, says who?
What is Evil, anyhow?
In a world of violence
Where we often partake
In sneaking through the deepest shadows
How am I to know who’s
Evil and who’s not?
My vision’s tainted black
From desensitizing children
Then sending them to Iraq
To take the lives of others
Who, clinging to their mothers,
Should give us what they have.
But we’re delivered from no evil,
For we’ve committed none.
I’m fighting for our freedom
By releasing iron from my gun.
Why should we speak to them?
They’ve done us so much wrong.
Remember when they slayed our people
While our boots destroyed their homes?
So I’ll ask again,
What’s Evil?
Does it sink into our mind?
If I take revenge upon my enemy
Am I a villain committing crime?
If I’m justified within myself,
No Evil can be done.
I’ll do just as I please,
Hedonistic pleasure is only fun.
My portrait may turn gray
And my reflection may make change
But if I may, I’ll take the pain,
One day I’ll repent and pave my way.
Through tragedy and death
We can see Evil taking form.
But maybe these things are just the way
We all can see the world.
We think and rationalize
The Evil acts we face
We’ve tried for peace, with no avail,
We all held hands as our people fell
But possibly the things we see
Are just the human race.
