See Saw Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Men arrogant reins, say ruling pure law a select teeter, brain, harsh evil; woe to the world: pain to stain their robes red.

God, set counter, stops, balance the terrors put, attack losses, totters of twisters; manors it told horrors; gust to smash.

Thugs, depriving bugs, activities, in a dim, no high sun, flip mugs a law, its slider to, dwell; that's wrong: cruelties.

I envisioned, a contrast, by pins tatters to rages, crush sites, tornadoes, end plot, spinal spins wicked at; no sins: even.

Warmongers, for war a plan, assure pain factor, fight in a red bar idiots; it's far from to care: for ideals a goodness God.

I, indeed, in held mind, not an Einstein, need it, not sure acts, projected cruel, nor wisest wit for it; any feed: in the field.

My observation, of evil teetering, corrupting it our planet, reflections, tears nations; its actions against: is God's justice.

When, I ask, shall souls, become aware of evils, shield against bad, tells dome; acts God's truth: teach views of home?