" INJECTING EVIL'S FATE "

" What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do." (Aristotle)

No Love so bold, so near to gold
Planted in fields of fear
Where nights alone, on beds of stone
With death so closely unclear
Medical potentates, injecting evils fate
Over and over again
Leaving no way to save, a Love so great
Acutely aware it would leave him dead...

Ungodly men lament, insightful men rent
Their appearance to please their Love
They hold no contempt, when asked to protect
That which was born above
At night they prepare, to tear out their hair
Knowing their heart will bleed
For more than forever, a part of them severed
A hole never to be healed...

A heart so bold, now grows cold
And nearly dead with fear...

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)