The shade of wickedness
is all around us.
We are the targets.
Pinch punch
and the images
adhere to our contours.
To flow quickly
through our heated veins.
How we expel
this evil invader
is up to our freedom of choice,
our free will
The yin and yang
of our minds and hearts.
the color of evil is the red
of the slaughterhouse floor..
your poem made me think..
thank you God bless you