When I was just a little boy of ten,
in all the books and comics that I read,
I could take comfort in this fact back then:
That by the end, the baddies would be dead.
No matter what malevolence I saw;
whatever evil deeds they did commit,
I noticed by the end the rule of law
had been enforced and darkness took a hit.
But when I grew I made a quantum leap
and saw what really happens in this place:
The wolves disguise themselves as caring sheep
and wear beguiling smiles upon their face.
Among the forces fighting in this war
there are no goodies present anymore.
© Alan Morrison, 2015