Among The Vile- A poem

Tell the world that there’s a blight

Soon they’re armed and wont to fight

Tell the world the answer’s peace

A laugh, a joke, a little “sheeze”

Be the one who is recluse

A jab, a jest, “he has no use”

Hidden now, he has the choice

Develop soul, a little voice

Meek among the many vile

Stronger still; a weak one’s smile

Encouraging, there is desire

A world at peace

Amongst the vile

 

Tim E. Bush