Warning Poem by Caleb Crow

I saw a man distraught, alone,
And longing for the end.

If I had not turned away,
I might be mixed in the serpents blend.

Lost like Adam after the great sin,
Fallen from grace, as Satan was sent.

Long after I walked the shadowed path,
In sinister snickers I heard evil laugh.

Dealing in the pain of this sordid craft,
As cool breezes turns to cold drafts.

Love turns to hate,
Wholes turn to petty halves.

I have learned of the end parts,
Cold and Piercing like many sharpened darts.

Sons die and mothers cry,
Who will mend these bleeding hearts.

I was warned of the evils in me n,
Weapons of Mass Destruction in nuclear wind.

Fearing love and life's blends,
Now schooled in the warning of life's end.