My Attempts at Poetry

When The Good Turn

When the most

Virtuous of people

Turn for the worst

Corrupting others

And ruining themselves

Tarnishing the gentle ways

Then you can tell me

This world is hopeless

When the most

Moral of people

Defy their ideals

And go against

What they believe in

Turn from the pure ways

Then you can tell me

This world is hopeless

When the saints

And the righteous

And the angels

Spit in our faces

And grind this world

Under their heel

Then you can tell me

This world is hopeless

When the good turn and

Are broken

When the worst

Sicken at the thought

Of the honest

Then

And only then

Will this world be lost