What Scent
draws the rabid creature?
Its transparent skin burns
from the sunshine in a
lamb's bright eyes.
Was it the same for the
Piper's children
as it was for me?
Lured with guile
and strategy
right under everyone's noses
exposed under shelter of night
hidden in the dark of secrecy.
Fearful promises
become binding contracts.
"No one will believe you."
Learning helplessness
looking into the jailer's eyes.
How long did the predator
watch and circle
before deciding to strike?
Sneaking
with sick appetite.
What missing piece of mind
or spiritual lesion
makes it drool,
tongue hanging out?
How can it stomach
swallowing Innocence,
feel it slide down slowly
as it laps up another
soul dry?
Makes me sick enough
to want to hunt them all down
rip open their skeins
and let all the poison
drain from their reptillian
black veins and force
it down their own swollen throats
until it eats through
their stomachs
and it kills them dead.
But instead of wasting
precious time dissecting and
playing with those
vermin
I would hope to set about
bringing its victims
back from the dead.
Salvage and triage
after they've been freed
from their cages.
Give them hope to put
some of the Light back in their eyes.
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This was in response to some newspaper articles that I read regarding those bastards who victimize children.
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