What evil mines
the ore holds a truth:
a life for a life,
a tooth for a tooth.
Evil may act alone
or connected bone to bone,
still there be an =sign
to the equation of life's rhyme.
For each life that is taken
joy rests not with evil's awaken,
there be a soul in attestation
on right of ='s sign's affectation.
Evil may think that it has conquered
yearning not to hear the honkered
bells of condemnation
pealing their redress to subjugation.
Evil lives in a house ,alone,
where light flickers off and on
in a confusion of worthiness
as to what is good and what to confess.
Evil has no hand to shake ,
no smile of friendship's partake,
just an ever eternal burn
wanting what love can not yearn.
When day of evil's confession comes
it like bee to a flower hums,
"Give me of your nectar sweet,"
as flower says,"No treat, no treat, no treat."