Turn away
From light of day.
The slick black feathers of the raven
Dissolving into a cloud
Consuming, numbing, murdering humanity.
Excuses and logic twisted
In an ugly wired mess.
Fires scorching the remaining threads
Of what once was.
Humanity is dead.
Go on, keep saying it’s all about perspective.
But Evil is one shade,
So dark, definite, destructive,
It cannot be erased.
Indifference.
Try to say it
“Isn’t wrong”
After having witnessed its horrific consequences.
Only after tragic images have been burned into you memory,
Only then can you say
It
“Isn’t wrong.”