My child, do not succumb to that dark web
Where minds are tempted and true souls beguiled;
Where bits and bites gnaw promise into dread
And human decency is oft reviled.
The better part of man is lowered such
That rancor reigns upon aborning creeds,
Bright lives diminished at a simple touch
To foment angst and purse rot tyrant’s greed.
Power debases most who wield it’s mace
And few of good will their proud course maintain,
Dominion can corrupt the noblest grace
And vices’ dungeons soon all good detain.
Though thought now travels at the speed of light,
Sage judgement yet disperses wrong from right.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.