There exists villains
This we all know
Some are defended
They fill someone’s purpose
Mostly they are despised
They are scoundrels and ruthless
Do other people’s evil deeds
Or emerge on their own to lead
When taken out there is uproar
As though a friend was lost
Often there is rejoicing
Praise is not for the vanquished
When held in esteem
Whether real or put on
There will be a time of mourning
Those who deliberately disposed
Are looked upon as an enemy
Truth is dog-eared
Some see it as a gifted marker
Others as the spoiler of something whole
Regardless of the take
Truth can be only one thing
The affect it has will vary
The way it is twisted is not surprising
Discussions will go on endlessly
And what does it really matter
It cannot be changed
The loud will talk down the meek
Elders will raise both arms
Quiet and listen to wisdom
That person was not our friend
What happened came about with purpose
Put an end to a nasty parasite, who
Killed as a way of eliminating
Paralyzing those who survived
He is gone now, the hero-villain
The vicious rock-star, Soleimani
Stanski
January 11, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 