Conagion Poem by Alan Gilbert

You're the poison in the marrow
You're the harbingers of war,
Like a pestilence upon us
You're the oil on the shore.

You're a cancerous contusion
You're in every tribe and creed,
Like a virus in our children
You're the maggot in the seed.

You're the liar in the logic
You're the fracture in the whole,
Like a bitter, spiteful canker
You're a shadow on the soul.

You're the bigots and the racists
You're the evil at the gate,
Like a proselytising serpent
You're the colloquy of hate.


Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.