Behold, if you need to find some malice,
Non can be found in unexplored realms.
But inside of us our baskets are filled
With seeds and chaffs; weeds and snakes.
Oh! Where are you looking for that damned devil?
He dwells in no dark burning vale.
Be gallant, pick up a mirror and stare intently,
Find him unaware as he lingers.
The murkiest of places to be dreaded;
Where can we find them if not within?
While the most deadly of pecks are from whom we love.
At times they wheedle us to crawl through the abyss.
Behold, a scoundrel and a saint
Are part of the recipe of our beings
A poem by Tonny Wandella