The devils handy-work at work

In later childhood, I was a non-believer.
Though, demons seemed many:
Odd miracles occurred—perhaps.
So I consider what the local priest
Says; at Saint Willibrords to be true.
“You need only, pick up a daily-paper
Too see the devils handy-work at work”.

The taciturn of good and evil isn’t silent
They’re without a doubt evident.
But many elect to see and hear only one
Without really, envisaging the other.
Of course they’re waging a holy war…
And ignorance wields a cutting-edge sword
But the lord is forgiving and composed.

So, with blind intensity we swipe out
At fear, push aside those most dear.
Distance ourselves even from the self
That proclaims to be good and honest
Reflecting upon our local knowledge…
Evil is manifest; to put us to the test.
Why then look beyond the relevant?

“Man is a magician a musician
A creator, that isn’t beaten by failure”.
“Man is an artist and a scientist
He designs his tools to shape a vision”.
His only weakness is in self-doubt?
But his disciples forge on devote.
“What other choices do they, have
But too cast the devil out and believe”.