The Clouded Devil Poem by Sharron Stephenson

the way the poeple talk, walk, and smile,
is how the they show the fellings caught,
up inside the heart,

the devil has gained control of,
the soul and mind,

the mood has flip upside down,
ease the clouds of dust,

the sidewalks and roads are painted,
with gold plated leaves, the eyes,
can see the pain and hurt,
that goes around and around,

as stroke of a the hand the care of,
a arm warmth of the toutch,
can bring happiness to the world,
and man and all