I am wicked, corrupt and vile
You say.
A place where only those who don't
Follow the will of your gods are exiled.
Yet, my heart is filled with sorrow,
As each night I continue to hear the screams
Of your innocent children who
Wither and fade into dust.
My rivers run red with,
The blood of your infants-
And that of a young boy.
And each tree I birth,
Has grown from the firtilized soil of the dead.
I am wicked, corrupt and vile
You say.
A place where only those who don't
Follow the will of your gods are exiled.
But yet, the wind that rustles through my leaves,
Sings the song of sadness and heartache.
The spirits of your dead walk my land
Ever searching for home.
Their cries growing louder and louder
Haunting me in my sleep.
The sun does not shine through my canopy no longer.
For it to has become afraid of my core.
I am wicked, corrupt and vile
You say.
A place where only those who don't
Follow the will of your gods are exiled.
However you haven't seen true evil yet
Not until you look into yourself.
I am only what you make me,
So if I am evil then what is humanity?
A/N: Just so you all know, this poem was based of the book 'Things Fall Apart' and it is told from the persepective of the 'evil forest'. The poem itself is part of my narrative essay I have to write for mid-terms enjoy. :)
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