Just because something is not seen,
does not mean,
that those of the light
are not working in the background.
Everything takes patience and time.
like the game of chess.
You play the game of bluff,
until you know where you are bound.
And sometimes evil has the upperhand,
and afterwhile its loses ground.
The minority becomes the majority
and it all happens without a sound.
There are things in this life,
seen by a chosen few.
They lead the way in the darkness,
for they can cope with what they see,
while others bask in the madness.
The forces of Good versus evil
silently play.
The Good always wins,
even today!
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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