The Face of True Evil

true evil has no face,

it shifts and moves,

swaying back and forth

like grains of desert sand

in a gently blowing wind,

quietly infiltrating its way

into the minds and souls of those

in high and mighty places,

enticing and alluring;

irresistible;

the ultimate chameleon,

making changes so subtle

they are barely perceptible,

deception in the name of innocence,

taking shape without worry or care,

then disappearing like magic

into the thin night air;

yes,

true evil has no face,

it goes by many names;

eminent domain,

manifest destiny,

god and country,

true religion,

the chosen race,

national pride,

the final solution,

genocide;

to name a few;

and when it has come and gone,

none but a few even realize

it has passed their way

at all.

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