Demons | Poets' Arena | poetsarena |
And every night the demons rise,
and fly above these lands.
Of money lust and similar vice,
they stand for corrupted brands.
And every night they feed and fly,
and commence acts of hate.
Yet it’s another night we choose to sleep,
and that’s our big mistake.
We know it’s wrong,
and yet we hide.
Scared and lost, we live in fright,
and then in bliss we walk along,
But ignorance makes no right.
And all it takes for evil to work,
is the good to sleep at night.

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