Demerits – III

we traveled to the edge of town,
a place that stank of malady
and pestilence that we
all feared to catch

to see the ideology
that some still hold to heart —
although, to call that “heart”
was quite a stretch

and yet, it’s almost everywhere,
in this form or in that one:
we miss it sometimes, in
our ease, or haste —

the evil things that people think
that lead to worse that they may do,
so much that could be good,
just gone
to waste

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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