Childhood Nightmare
Anger Of a stranger.
In my own bed room exists a nighty danger.
Hatred of who took what is sacred.
Tries to lie.
Attempts to buy.
Never explains why.
Makes little children cry.
Wishing for us to die.
Away from here I want to fly.
The kidnapper picked the wrong guy.
She should have never said “hi”.
The victim was I.
She lives in a pig sty.
I hate guns.
The situation never made me run.
Murder, threats, & suicides are not fun.
Evil is never done.
A criminal I am not the one.
Miles are not enough distance between pedofiles.
The internet is not how they met.
I bet that is how their plan is set.
They never pay their debt.
Justice is what we never get.
(2014)
