An enigmatic voice from the dark whispers in a naïve ear, it speaks of riches, glory, and power.

Riches to buy wealth, glory to buy rewards, power to buy friends, but the whisper is a lie.

It grows passing from ear to ear turning it from the truth, eyes light up with hope for an easy life.

The whisper asks only to be listened to, to be the leader for a life without strife.

Families sprout with the lie for a companion.

It lives with them, directing its bidding.

Fathers and mothers teach the young.

The lie now has a foothold on the future.

Children listen to the whisper's teachings, learning from them.

They teach their friends, who tell theirs, corrupting the innocent.

Race comes forth, perpetuating an idea.

Greed swells, filling the pockets with gold, hatred screams as it comes into its own.

The whisper turns into a cannon shot in crowds.

It races from ear to ear, instantly changing those who are good.

The crowd moves like one living mass changing and morphing into evil.

But the one who says, ‘I will not’ stands its ground.

Good speaks softly but with unrelenting force.

Unmoving against evil, it dreams of harmony and the legacy of freedom.

Fathers and mothers teach the young.

Good speaks of peace, serenity, and the bravery of life.

Love and knowledge spring from that life.

Knowledge fathers dreams, dreams that build the future.

It drives the evil away from the naïve forcing it back into the dark corner, where it cowers and waits once again.

The naïve are transformed and sent on the path of love once more.