have a great day!
Is not he that man, who you heard preaching the virtues
of love, kindness, forgiveness and all good things?
The man that is baying for the blood of the monster
who ruined his favorite garden?
Where did that preaching mode go? Where did that
deep faith in love, kindness, forgiveness disappeared?
When it came to the hurt, destruction of others,
he was the first one to sing songs of virtues,
how angels forgive, weak hearts have not the power!
How forgiveness is sign of man, without it a heart is stone,
now he is sitting there, frothing from mouth, cursing his heads off,
plotting fifty plots to settle his score!
Just because some monster ruined his flowers, tore them to pieces
and flattened plants to ground!
You can still hear him preaching forgiveness to those whose lives
have been destroyed like his favorite garden, ripped to pieces, crushed
ruined beyond repair. How loudly he preached them!
How opinions change when victims change, when others hurt some
never feel the pain.
Ah the wicked wicked wolf, shrewd as one can be,
She trots with the sheep, wearing one’s skin.
That poor lamb was her first kill, too gullible for own sake.
She devoured her, chewed her to the last bone and then
suddenly the idea popped up in her mind, what if…
What if she wore its skin and trotted with the sheep.
When the shepherd was not watching she may lure one,
to take a walk with her to far away meadow where grass was greener.
Oh that will be so delicious, sooner or later a fool will fall,
and take that last walk with her, that will mean meal for few days,
then she will resume her post.
Till date she lives with herd of sheep, hops from one herd to other.
To avoid being branded as suspicious and preys on the innocents.
Using their gullible trusting nature she gets her prey without a fuss,
no hunting, no toil required only treachery and cunning!
That suits her quite well.