An enigmatic voice from the dark, whispers in an ear.

It speaks of riches, glory, and power. Power to buy friends.

 Riches to buy wealth. Glory to buy rewards.

But the whisper is a lie.

The whisper grows. It passes 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 life without strife.

Families sprout with the lie for a companion. It lives with them, directing its biding.

Fathers and mothers teach the young. The lie gains a foothold in the future.

Children learn from the whispers' teachings.

They teach their friends, 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 cannon shot in crowds.

It races from ear to ear, instantly changing the good.

The crowd moves like one living mass.

Changing and morphing into evil.

Good speaks softly, but with unrelenting force.

It stands its ground against evil, dreaming of harmony and 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 pushes the evil away. Transformed they follow path of love.

The evil cowers in the corner, where it waits patiently again.