By: Michael Young

Yea though I walk through the valley of death,
I will fear no evil, but good . . .
A mask is worn on every face.
Good intentions, they never waist.
A common cause, the decent thing.
Ask again, for whom does the bell ring.

Good intentions, more often than not,
Are based on bias, Biased the lot.
Pride like a balloon, Pride and just cause.
Will rally the people, to end it all.
Prudence, wisdom rarely used at all.
Death, destruction, Armageddon, for all.

In the end, I hold my breath.
This roller coaster, will lead to death.
As the balloon swells, Peacocks feathers ruffled.
Goodness exposed, the mask felled.
Ignorance smiles, and evil is revealed.

Too late, 

wisdom cries.

The dove of peace has died!