Stroke Of Evil Poem by Madrason .

People like your father kept something up in the chambers rolling, called conscience! Evolution can only evolve if we acknowledge our achievements as a mere gesture derived from nature. When does the human urge for recognition stop, if we look into the eyes of mother nature and her love and abundance will it keep nurturing us or are we at a point in life arriving not realising there is no point of return and even if some do, will we have the courage to step back in recognition of this most abused gift of nature? Only men have that stroke of evil content, nature never destroys out of want or on purpose or planned, it is the resetting of her own balance in which it takes or gives, where is that switch in the mind of mankind! Have we lost it? I shall always try to opt for the Good and the mystical spirit dwelling somewhat lost in our midst. Dear Daan, honour your father as you do and enjoy the otherworldly beauties of oceans and seas!