"FOREVER GREEN"
(A Poetic Discussion)

It is sad to write a poem,
that sets out to demean,
The character of a person,
no matter how obscene!
It simply puts the author
On the same level he detests,
For one is always the recipient,
Of the subject one suggests.
There are better things than nastiness,
That nastiness reveals,
For in the end such nastiness,
The better thing conceals,
For only to the colder heart,
Such nastiness appeals.

Poetry is the heart cries of the one who writes the verse
Sometimes the words are demeaning...sometimes they're even worse
Sometimes they're of evil people and unforgivable deeds
In the beginning it wasn't the poet who sowed the nasty seeds

It is the nastiness of a traitor who caused the suffering of fine young men
I think she got off lightly with the words from the poets pen
Some people have no character so it cannot be demeaned
I will not defend a traitor who is just a wicked fiend

If nastiness towards a traitor reveals a heart of stone
I'll find solace in the fact I do not stand alone
I'll stand beside the heroes like the one who penned this verse
Because if these words were mine they would be a whole lot worse

When this evil wench is planted beneath the soil at last
And her evil wretched soul to hell has finally passed
I would love to contribute some fertilizer to keep her grave so green
You see... I can still be kind... to a traitor who was just plain mean.

And sometimes they are happy, and positive with delight,
And sometimes forgiving for they are not always right,
In the beginning the Earth was made, the nasty seeds were sown,
That all of us could have the choice which ones we want to own.

A bad seed was sown
..it is true
Look and behold
how it's grown
A bad seed still
... of ungodly yield
but growing in its own field
True... it still lives
but then
... even God forgives...