Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Monsters (15 syllables)

I never met a monster at night on any Irish road
Even though I cycled every night to my country abode
Even when it was pitch dark there on a moonless winter night
When I could not afford a new battery for my flashlight
I am sure any monsters in Ireland never could compare
With the monsters found in America almost everywhere
I am talking about the monsters with no respect for lives
Who easily put to death human beings with guns and knives
Others choke their unsuspecting victims with their evil hands
Then bury the bodies in the dirt or in the ocean sand
Random targets can be man or woman a son or daughter
Then buried in a mountain grave or thrown into the water
Many women kill off men but mostly victims are females
The average person shudders when faced with gory details
The rumors of a serial killer send chills down your spine
Are those human monsters or like some evil animal swine?
They can terrify everyone for years next thing disappear
Then come back again one day and hold a town in total fear
They are mostly loners who do not live by day to day rules
The killing fields could be movie theaters concerts or schools
Despite all the warning about getting into strangers cars
Many runaway teen age girls spend their last hours in strange bars
Why does such evil lurk here for so long in the hearts of man?
We burned witches in the open and we had the secret Klan
It can be in the biggest city or rural and remote
Few leave any clues while many chauvinists do leave a note
They probably take some snug pleasure if they get a nickname
It boost their evil ego their few minutes of secret fame
Some meekly surrender and give up without a show of force
They believe they have not sinned and rarely ever show remorse
Many survivors seek revenge amid their daily weeping
And they must wonder while this all occurred. Were the Gods sleeping?

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