“Good”
The consequence of good is often death.
The consequence of righteousness leaves no room for rest.
Can good be true without the absence of bad?
Will we ever find the peace that this world once had?
With people being used as a means to an end
We must be careful about who we call friends.
How can we promote good while we’re constantly in defense?
Confused by what is good, definitions don’t make sense.
This is the home we have created.
Morals sedated, ego inflated.
Welcome to our home free from peace and clarity.
Welcome to your home, a masterpiece of tragedy.
©2009 Matt Bohannon
This poem makes me sad because of its truth.
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