Acrostic: You Never Have to Wait for an Opening to Speak Peace
© Olan L. Smith, 11-23-2023
Yesterday, I cried due to humanity's lack of harmony;
Opinionated glass marbles seeking others to destroy
Undoubtedly, they've seized an opening to emerge from
Night's underbelly, to crawl out of their cave and shout
Every vile thing about others they hate, detest, despise,
Venomous thoughts ooze from every pore of their soul. The
Excruciating struggle for a license to preach hate and
Receive ears that leaned toward them, absorbing the hate,
High on Satan's hills. Here, the devil speaks to little minds.
Alert to follow the mobs. They gather to march behind him to Hell.
Vengefully shouting, "Like he says!" while they are gnashing teeth.
Evil eventually wanes to crawl under a rock; however, not Old Nick.
Thousands of overdue contracts are sent straight to Hade's inferno; burn!
Open wide, show your teeth, and parade in front of cameras.
While he fools many, he doesn't fool me. Quack while you can,
Answers from righteousness will devour you in the pit, while you shout.
I was fooled, by his orange skin and poor grammar. He was stupid,
Terrible like me. Now I know to follow the souls that speak peace.
For I know it waits not for an opening to speak its mind; we didn't listen,
Or heed its calling. We wanted to distinguish what you dislike; it is
Regurgitated evil, you murder to remove a blemish found in your eye.
Anguish always loses, for it knows not love or acceptance.
Never heed Lucifer's tongue. Never follow the wide path to hell's gates; you'll lose.
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