All Soul's Eve Poem by Obi Yindal

Silly folks,
Silly folks;
I sigh to watch and hear them
And children shouting trick or treat;
All have been tricked
And treated with money
And all sorts of candy sweet.

Sold is their soul,
Sold to the holiday,
Sold on its profit
Bought and sold,
Sold and bought
And innocent fun
With hideous disguises,
With regard for what Christ despises.

While Beelzebub, Beelzebub
Giggles and chuckles,
They know not their danger,
Every man trusts his neighbor.

So I sigh, watch, and listen—
But also pray for the silly folks too.