Member Poem

The evil comes in many forms -
in burnished steel and gold,
in eiderdown and silken gown,
in warm smiles that turn cold.

The evil comes in many forms -
in fragrance and in fear,
in suits and ties and peering eyes,
in false words we long to hear.

The evil comes in many forms -
in looking glass, convenience,
in glaring screens and jelly beans,
in professionals and governments.

The evil comes in many forms -
dare, look it in the eye;
in many forms but red with horns
less frequently than you and I.