Where does evil come from?

Is evil just another thing that can't be stopped?

 

Can you find evil under a rock?

High in the sky?

Can you find it over there?

Or even nearby?

What makes this evil mind,

Start to work all alone?

What makes this weird mind,

Want to eat you to the bone?

What makes a man a rapper?

What makes a man a killer?

What makes a tiger eat a child?

Do they do it for the thriller?

Is it because they are unloved?

Do they just want a simple hug?

Is it because they can’t be controlled?

Is it simply like an addicting drug?

If someone loved an evil thing,

Would he be called evil too?

How can one love such a thing?

That can wake one day and murder you?

 

Author's Note

Like always a comment review is welcome.
I got the inspiration from a writer on this site and from a song that was written long ago (not by me).
I started lately writing songs that are all questions, i think it really makes you think.
Tell me what you think about my new way of writing.
Thank you!

Reviews

[Lavorther]

Loved this poem. Writing it with all questions indeed makes you think for yourself, it's quite original. I've seen some verses that were all questions before, but I don't think I ever saw a whole poem like that. Not that I'm an expert on things like that, not at all. I barely read poetry at all, but it was new to me anyway.

I noticed two small things:

"Do they want just a simple hug?"
I feel like it would improve the flow if you switched the places of "want" and "just", like this:
"Do they just want a simple hug?"

"How can one love a thing?
Who can wake one day and murder you?"
I might be nit-picking a bit here, but "thing" is a lifeless object, while "who" refers to a person. To me, it feels like it should be "that" instead of "who" in the second sentence instead.


Other than that, I thought it was a great poem. Really makes you think about the true nature of evil. I read a quote recently that kind of relates to this. It goes like this:
"Every villain is a hero in his own mind"

[Firemay]

The last poem I wrote, it was yesterday, was a poem that had about two verses of questions. Until then i haven't ever even wrote a poem with questions. I thought it'll be fun and interesting to see if i could write with questions and make the readers feel the need to think and answer them by themselves.
The whole point of writing is that unique is not feared but is loved and praised, unlike the rest of the world.
Yes, that's true. I'll fix it right away.
Thank you! that quote really does relate if you look at the poem in a whole new perspective.