“Struggle between Good and Evil is perpetual,
Does not change.” pronounced T S Eliot.
I ask, Is it that simple?
What is Good?
What is Evil?
Do we really know?
Patriotism is not enough.
It kills, I say,
People on both
Sides of the border.
Profit gets us the goodies;
Also, the waste, the victims
Of development dispossessed,
The dirtied warmed Planet Earth.
And so on: I can go on....wherever I turn,
It is agonizing grey, inextricable mixture
Of Good and Evil, white and black.
Sure, the moral dimension is product
Of human mind for building up society:
But for the individual, for me,
It is simply life is as it is...tatatha.
Life is full of facts,
Lion kills and eats:
Scorpion stings:
Not Good nor Evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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