The People Want Hell Poem by Michael Eziudo

Can't you see? No, don't you see it?
That what the people want
Is always negative driven
Post of love lost, they look at you and jeer
Post of love lust and they look at you and cheer
Stereotypical in their ways
Like zombies
They go after life but never have it to live
They want you if you have their desire to give

Don't you see it
That the people like the broad and easy way
But destruction is this right seeming way
Temporary pleasure and assumed freedom
A mirage to them who can spot a camouflage from afar
This way is the way to the kingdom
Harvesters cry from close to far
But no they won't like to hear, whether all or some
They won't see the promised broader way that brings ease to life

Don't you see it
That those who do their bids are louder
Those who don't seem unheard
Truth be told many answer the good doer
Few follow this way of the world
But bad makes the loudest noise

Know this as you should
What you do may appear meaningless to a lot
For the very few that get inspired by your works
For them that too choose your paths of walks
Never give up
Always remember that the people want hell
Let those who have it give them hell