Evil Stalks (an indirect Ukraine Dispatch 32)
Evil and Good exist side by side, and evil maintains the upper hand, such is the potential vileness of human nature. We do not need to look at history. We need only look at 2021 … men, women, and children are capable of depravity, of the most unspeakable acts of evil that are unknown within the animal kingdom.
Written in 2016, we were already watching human nature career out of control. Russia was serving notice upon an unwitting world that its ruthlessness in Syria was what it fully intended for Ukraine.
It lurks in underground spaces,
Darkened squares and
Blackened woodlands.
By day,
parklands.
By night,
the dirt, grime, squalor and horror
of knotted roots,
Labyrinthine caves within stark trunks,
The leaves its lace.
By day, the fresh winds
Fetid breath by night.
Evil stalks by day.
Evil goose-steps arrogantly in the darkness
of this evil hour.
A myriad torches ~ Nürnberger-Mode
Long vulture flames leaping,
Clutching at stars
That lightning reminder
of the Host
That ominous dismembered hand
that writing on the wall …
Consignment ~ oblivion
But Extinction ~ is not!
It stalks the land in many guises.
The righteousness of a kind
is not a garment unfamiliar?
Pretending to lurk in only subterranean places,
It basks naked and deliberate
in the light of humankind.
In the tiniest crack
it makes its home.
That unseen tiniest crack
becomes gargantuan,
as it multiplies itself
million to billion.
Its hovel becomes a house,
Its house a manor,
Its manor a mansion,
Its mansion a palace,
Its palace ~ everything!
Yet to naked eye
only the tiniest crack is evident
or even worse,
not evident at all!
The master of disguise,
It dons the cloak of respectability
to hide its odious demeanour.
It sees no borders,
It brooks no quarter.
Exposed to light,
it does not flee as the good insist!
It basks in that light,
its cloak of respectability
laundered afresh
speaking its language,
its dialect high and with perfection,
and stares its challenger boldly in the eye.
What you hear is a travesty of justice!
We demand an apology!!
There are no such places!
Rape we would not permit!!
These are lies, all lies
from putrid, fetid minds!!!
He or she who goose-strides
the parade-square today
will goose-stride streets,
promenades and public squares
tomorrow.
He or she who votes themself
as undisputed, uncontested leader
for life,
is evil personified!
In a mirror
sees he, not a crumpling man,
a vain-glorious woman
but of their ‘deity’ convinced,
they each rise above . . .
Poison is their calling card.
Auditoriums stacked with
compulsory happy smiling
regimented faces,
clapping to order …
god forbid
any man, woman, child even
who dares
to clap out-of-synch
with brainwashed brethren …
SICK!!!
VOMIT!!!!
His eyes look beyond borders
to shorelines of peaceful peoples,
the subjugation of island peoples
and former colonial peoples
his warped and fetid speciality.
War, his constant threat,
upon his smelly dirty
liver-rotten breath. is Mrs Ping
who seems to have had
something of a bad make-up day
with this morning’s vanity mirror.
But god forbid
that any should tell Mrs Ping …
How does it go?
better the devil you know …
… his mouth farts his ‘negotiated’ treaties,
his brain feeding on megalomania,
Mrs Ping’s side-kick Pooty Booty
He’s having a bad hair day too.
Why don’t I FEEL like 007?!?!
I’ve got his naked torso …
Evil agrees with this …
when secretly Evil means that
or agreeing that …
Evil brazenly does this
Evil comes in many forms.
Evil’s greatest triumph :
fairy-tale!
devil, beelzebub, satan, sataan,
Humankind bought it
hook, line and sinker!
Why?
Because humankind IS
naturally evil!
25 October 2022
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© Kenneth Thomas Webb 2022
First Written 28 September 2016
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.