Wicked World Poem by Isaac Armstrong Annor

Oh, What a wicked world is this
where dark outshines eternal bliss

God is waiting behind the mist
while friends might take hand over fist

when snakes unleash a devil’s hiss
brotherly Love has gone amiss

What’s hiding there that we’ve all missed?
It’s not so hard to just resist

temptation’s call to live remiss
turning a cheek to yet dismiss

a neighbor’s need to just exist
and give of ourselves in assist

we all but need to get the gist
what a wicked world is this