The Triumph Of Evil Poem by RIC BASTASA

i will always remember the lie that society and religion
embedded in my brain
that crime does not pay
that the good always triumphs at
the end

i am forty-seven years old now
neither too young neither too old
but i have seen a lot of events and
read and write about them

that evil triumphs too, and i thought it is temporary and
just a passing thing
it is not,

the corrupt ones are crowned, the criminals are the cream of the crowd,
the ogres are given the golden medals,
the good die young
and the bad grows and spreads like the grass on a very fertile land