The Little Devil`s Trip Poem by tinashe severa

As the red sky`s light,
on the hills of hell shone,
a thousand devils cried,
and hissed all night,
for one little devil was gone,
and flying to earth he had been spied

the little devil flew and swooped,
wondering why the sea`s so plain,
he held up his head real proud,
as jets like little soldiers devils by him trooped,
one bumped into him, but his anger he did refrain,
'my devil, this place feels just like home, a new hell i have found'

off he went to the Congo`s jungle,
perched himself up a big tree,
and watched with glee, as ten peasants with one knife, a guerilla killed,
he picked up two dead peasants, to play with and juggle,
in hell, he`d never picked up toys for free,
'i bet i could stay here forever, if ma` willed'

he got to the states, as the twin towers fell,
just like in the revelations,
he gasped as he saw many souls begin to crawl,
and back to hell he went, with many tales to tell,
'that place is better than here, i will go there for all my vacations'
and that is how human sin in hell began to grow