Dirty Dishes Poem by Anne Hair

When you see evil do you wave it away, no you invite it in, give it a seat at the table.Fill your glasses with the blood from the babies cradle, that you enabled. How many agree, how many have to plea to set them free.But still evil has a seat at the table. Dirty dishes sacked high like the missiles in the sky. A million mother's weeps, do not keep you from your sleep. The company you keep is the wolf among the sheep. And still you enable make them able. I condemn it all, may your house fall. Your dirty dishes are seen by us all