Poetry

Evil

I am a child

a big and old and hairy child

I am more of a child now

than when I was a child

then

I knew that evil existed in the world

but chose to ignore it

now I know it has to exist

so I accept it

that is what makes me a child once again

the knowledge that

evil is real.

                                     ~Marc Carver

                                      Basingstoke, UK

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