The Wicked Poem by Itai Oscar

The Wicked



The wicked seem like
they're flourishing
It seems like
they've all the favour
A midas touch is in
their possession
But it's just a mirage

The wicked seem to
be powerful, mighty
unstoppable
But behold!
In a blink
justice will appear
And the wicked
will disappear.

Saturday, December 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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