The Devil’s Garden

By: Isla Mackintosh

From dawn to dusk they all suffer pain
As the devil washes hope away
Covers it in disgust and a little bit of sadness,
Plus a sprinkle of pain and a touch of madness.
This is the way the devil keeps his garden

But what if we could add something to his mixture,
We could maybe bring hope back into the picture
If we add some hope and a little bit of kindness,
A sprinkle of peace and a touch of honesty
This could be the way the devil kept his garden


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