Plastic Horns
Evil isn’t the Devil,
Isn’t the psycho,
Isn’t the neo-fascist –
Evil isn’t our darkest nature,
Lurking silent in our midst.
For evil is our lazy thinking,
Seeking-out a covert plan –
And evil is our pointing finger,
Evil is our bogeyman.
Evil isn’t the Devil,
Isn’t a something,
Isn’t an absolute.
It’s simply things we hate, writ large –
Hyperbole that birthed a brute.
For evil triumphs when the good do nothing new,
So tropes persist –
For the greatest trick the Devil pulled,
Was just to not exist.
Rhyming Couplets 