If you would call me
by my right name
perhaps I wouldn’t
hurt so many
If you would recognize me
for what I am
perhaps you could
make me less
If you would see the real me
instead of making up
politically correct words to cover my sins
perhaps the light would harm me
If you would say to me
every time someone dies by my hand
the truth of who I am
perhaps i would retreat
My destruction and death have a name
it’s not tragedy or terrorism or unknown assailants
you know my name and perhaps you should say it
Evil
Deborah Horton Writing 