When evil rears its odious, dark mien,
A world enlightened must rise and decry
Its breath of darkness unleashed to demean
And slay good brethren causing hue and cry.
Soon throes of chaos grow beyond the pale,
Beset storekeepers in the early bright
Amid brume shrouding sorrow and travail,
Which stifles breath after malicious night.
I strive to fathom darkling atmosphere
Cast across heretofore undaunted realm
Like prophetic darkness out of yesteryear—
Plagues of locust hell-bent to overwhelm.
Become as little children, free of evil;
Denounce dark hearts and harmful upheaval.
© Ilija Lukić 2020
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