Just Our Evil

The world's on fire.
It's burning high into the night,
And that's ok.
It always has been that way
Somewhere.
And while it grew
Into a hideous, gruesome sight
And men's souls
Were weighed in the balance
And found wanting, 
And they lost themselves 
In passion,
At that same time
Somewhere
There slept the infant 
In the cradle
And the mother 
Picked away at her needle work
Beside the fireplace.
And the Papa
Loaded wood into the box
Beside the fire.
And there was perfect peace 
Somewhere - 
And all because they minded 
Just their business
And dared to choose peace
And to believe 
That what evil fell beneath 
Their own eye
Was just their evil
And didn't seek some evil
Far away.
Today, they import evil
And rouse themselves 
To foreign passions
Ten, fifty, a hundred, thousand miles away.
And the baby screams 
For want of mother
While Papa, Mama browse for other evils
And miss just the evil
That they might have only thwarted
The one beneath their noses,
The evil of their very own today.