Here is the face of an angel.

Here is a picture of her wings.

This is her halo of light, encircling her head.

She wears it like her crown – she is queen of an ideology.

Monarch of people.

She is the personification of a sun.

Don't look away.

Here is the devil.

Her hands are vices,

Her teeth are pliers.

You will find her in the basement under a flickering, wilting light,

Sipping the drunken words

Of immorality.

The people do not know her, but

They speak of her, in political discourse,

And speak to her in the liminal grey space

In-between sleeping and death

Waking and consciousness

Good and bad.

She pries into your mind,

And dismantles the words that your

Mouth is too afraid to

Verbalise.

- So who is the good and who is the bad and who is the in-between?