Evil in the past
Evil remains at present
Evil forever?

Two flies were sitting together,
And one was smacked right on the head,
The other one did fly away.
The unfortunate one lay dead;
A third fly arrived on the scene,
On the ground was his lifeless friend,
He felt lucky that he was late,
Or else that could have been his end.

The jolly fat man
Dressed in red and white
Will be back again
On this festive night
Once again each year,
He’ll be in the air
With his reindeer sleigh
And the children’s fair
Toys and gifts abound
Wrapped in red and green
Waiting by the tree
Happy Christmas scene

Many times the world appear to be,
A horror fiction without reality,
Since ancient times from days of old,
When slaves were bought, exchanged and sold,
Today the world retains its deadly game,
The violence, evil and wars are still the same.

Golden ships on oceans sail
Laden with riches of ill-gotten gains
Beyond the reach of suffering slaves
Poverty stricken in their mother lands

With no hope for advancement
Fleeced of dignity and pride
By worldly statesmen and warlords
Without an iota of shame to hide

Civilisation is impotent
To interfere with world affairs
So these golden ships sail on
With their looted wares

Little Monkey was up and about,
“What a glorius day!” he would shout,
For as with all youthful beings,
Each day is an adventure new;
No worries, no problems,
Or maybe just a few,
Nothing however to be depressed,
‘tis the wondrous gift of youth,
Innocence with which they’re blessed