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The Evil In The World Post by :snd8265 Category :Poems Author :Edward Doyle Date :July 2011 Read :1398

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The Evil In The World

There are two Gods--one, Good, the other, Ill.
They clash in Nature--so the Persian taught,
And long a sect in Europe spread the thought.
Why there is evil is a problem still
To many, who see not in Human Will,
A being that with beauty could have caught
Up to his Maker, had he gladly wrought
With light and warmth, instead of dark and chill.

God said, "Let there be Light," and light was made.
God made not darkness--that is light's exclusion,
Forming a region where, in wild confusion,
Men, Nations, each a ferret, blood-eyed shade,
Worry each other, till, with disillusion
For lamp, comes conscience, crying, "God Betrayed!"

(The end)
Edward Doyle's poem: Evil In The World

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