'I' IS FOR IDEA
An Idea is likened to a seed,
That gets planted in the mind.
Grit nurtures it into a great feat.
An evil one can knock from behind,
Snuffing out lives in chilling deeds.
Whose progeny are they?
Who follow such deadly creeds.
Are their brains made of hay?
Which bear such snaky breeds,
That prey on humans in every way.
Sooner or later some divine voice may ordain,
Sweeping the hate mongers off cosmos’ domain!
For IndiSpire's Two minute poem!
Though mind mapping the idea took little time, honing it into a poem needed more time.
Friends,welcome here as always!