Malice in Wonderland

Rosettaartist1 on Jan 27, 2012

A modern poem…

A town without malice

Doesn’t exist, he hissed

And pressed his lips

To his precious beer.

I hear him guzzle

His amber nectar

And turn away, to pray

For less hate in the world.

Malice, a palace

Of malevolence,

A grave for the living

Unforgiving.

I long for a new earth

A wonderland

Of perfection and peace

Where hate will cease.

Where no snakes hiss

Their venomous spiteful

Temptations to sin.

Can I win?

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mdrkarim7 on Jan 27, 2012
Another good piece!
gaby7 on Jan 27, 2012
A nice one one here Rossetta!
mphsglo on Jan 27, 2012
Very nice.
SharifaMcFarlane on Jan 27, 2012
We’ll win
MJRapp on Jan 27, 2012
Wow, so dark. Very well written.
sheilanewton on Jan 27, 2012
oh, Rosetta – this one has STUNNED me. What a brilliant piece this is. You are such a talent.

Have I fallen from grace???? Haven’t seen you on my posts for AGES!
ImKarn23 on Jan 27, 2012
Rosie – unfortunately, you probably cannot. That doesn’t mean you should give up the good fight – which you fight so nobly! This poem is brilliant!
LCM Linda on Jan 28, 2012
It’s difficult to wipe off malice, but we shouldn’t give up hope and effort to achieve this.
Val Mills on Jan 28, 2012
Wow, with brilliant writing like that you probably can! That is a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.

Hi there!