Moving Softly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morning softly moving towards an afternoon of solemn thoughts
in avenues of grayened skies above, thinking of all the evil
and hatred that has somehow been born these days.

Wondering what it is that I can do to help erase it from all
our lives, knowing only that lust, perversion and men's egos
are at the center of it.

Seeing the dastardly deeds being committed of rape, beheading,
murder and all sorts of atrocities, men blaspheming and saying
it's in the name of religion.

Being the furthest thing from it and God, understanding does not
come about, there's no logic or reasoning to any of their per-
verted ideas or ideology.

How can anyone with a brain and mind think to perform these evil
acts hurting and maiming so man innocent people, especially little
babies and children.

Better to kill all evil people and bring total peace to our world once and for all say some, never again letting evil and corrupt
people have any power or control whatsoever on earth.