He tittered and cackled
At the refugee plight,
Revelled in innocents
Running for life.
Spent his days
Stoking the flames,
Mixing the ashes
With our world's pains.
Then humanity stood up,
Spoke up, rose up
To feed and clothe
The homeless hordes,
And Lucifer wept
For the goodness
Of our world.
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A superb work. The last two lines are haunting, and have a slightly different meaning with each reading. A magnificent poem.