In
pathways of acceptance demons ride
To taint the world from its intended taste
And as both realms proceed thus side by side
Their outcome, hate and conflict, do make waste.
The signs that perfect peace cannot preside
In
hearts worn weary by the way of wars
Display to all what cannot be denied:
Whatever the precautions, evil roars.
All shapes and forms its faulty face is flashed
Thus gaining the results, but means ignored,
And in that process civil life is bashed
And mocked in ways that ne’r can be restored.
Anxiety will fade for just hearts reign
Adjusting those odd actions for good gain.
Shakespearean Sonnet, 10.2001