There are those who ply their horror in dark city
passageways awaiting vulnerable passersby
young girls on their familiar morning treks
to school never again seen alive, their frantic
parents calling police who discover a horribly
bludgeoned body as the coroner identifies death
by asphyxiation, with insufficient evidence to
lead to the perpetrator who goes on to commit
other atrocities. And there are those who find
purpose in numbers to assault entire tribes
vulnerable and peaceful leading to bloody
slaughter of the men and children, abduction
of the girls and women used until they perish.
These are men born of women whose ghoulishly
twisted minds and absent souls stalk the unwary
with bloodlust reflected in their entitlements
to terrorize and shred the dignity and security
of the helpless hapless whose anguished cries
for mercy feed the fires that burn the furnace
of hatred, passions venomously steeped within as
they menace and strike and rape and slaughter
while the world looking on, shrugs indifference.
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