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- A poem by Stefan Emunds -

we pact with the devil

but who really knows?

we feel like saints

but whom do we serve?

we’re bound to an ancient

oblivious pact

I notice a child

it misbehaves

I call it bad

instead of immature

Oh – my pact with the devil!

I watch a man

steal bread

call him thief

instead of hungry

Oh – my pact with the devil!

I mind a woman

who sells herself

regard her fallen

not option-less

Oh – my pact with the devil!

I witness a fight

ignorant of cause

I favor a side

not resolution

Oh – my pact with the devil!

we all pact with the devil

but who really knows?

we judge

no empathy

what binds us

to this ancient pact

but ignorance?