In Purity of Evil


Plastered in purity
These faces of evil,
Along those walls
Of campaigns and elections
As it drips onto our nation
As I travel through streets,
As I hear those voices,
Discarded by our elite
They say it carries no value
Their lives and its mechanics
In the background, on the streets
As their struggle meets
Them again through days and nights
Walk I here and there,
Aimlessly, as I see that pain
Dispersed and indistinguishable
From what it is and what we are
Not a voice in presence,
In purity of evil and indifference!

Kashkin

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