**  ists and ism **
Posted on May 31st, 2016

SUSANTHA WIJESINGHE    

I see through facets of a Prism,

beautiful hearts, few faces of evil,

nurturing doctrine of terrorism,

at the behest of the sordid devil.

 

Golden hearts breathe fire in optimism,

to scorch the doctrine of fascists,

yet dreaming in the sea of realism,

a state of malignancy exists.

 

Evil minds see visions of rascism,

a precursor to be seperatists,

what good to the world is fanaticism,

leading life as segregationists.

 

The young, the old, like socialism,

in Democratic splendor, to co-exist,

Peace, happiness, are lessons of idealism,

fostered in the eyes of redemptorists.

 

No place in this world for cynicism,

when noble savants as instrumentalists,

play in concert, the cords of literalism,

with advent to Supreme Society of Jurists.

 

Recipient of the Shakespeare Trophy of Excellence, and

Poet of the Year Medallion, at the Famous Poets Convention

held at the Reno Hilton, Nevada, in 2005. Poem published in

Great Poems of the Western World.

 

Susantha Wijesinghe

A Melvin Jones Fellow.

 

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