You can easily recognize
Those who have never dealt with evil at all
And those who who have been down
Knee deep in it, and on familiar ground-
Evil squeezing you like a lover;
It's hands where they shouldn't be,
Because evil is already on too close terms
With those who don't by nature fear and abhor it.
But a person who has avoided at all costs
The cold stare of evil, and those clutching fingers;
Who has run squealing, from anywhere
That evil has ever appeared:
That person will be destroyed
Almost before the first shot is fired off,
While at the same time, the well-seasoned soldier
Is starting to warm up to the fully acceptable notion
That maybe this won't be
Just another boring day, after all-
Hand already itching at the trigger..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting............makes me think/wonder about someone close to me