The Edge Of Conflict Poem by James McLain

To the right their is pain,
pain that those feel, pain they don't feel
that you do.

Those born to feeble to know how to speak,
to articulate words, arranged in their fear, not of the dark
but of they whom have control over light.

Damaged minds from the crimes they have done unto them.
From the light life has come that death takes back,
turned from the gifts that you had.

Evil has had such a start, Christians the fuse
that they lite,
a few Muslims do what they do the far right,
sadly that both are overwhelmed, emotionally compromised.