Monsters
Some yell to tell the
tale but the truth unfortunately continues to prevail! There are monsters that seem to have
crawled out from under the dumpster. It
is sad that a number of them are youngsters.
They persist to exist to feel us to kill us and they don't even bother
to say why they want us to die and so it is that our mothers cry.
With a crackling boom
so looms the doom! With silence so looms
the violence and with each breath so heaves the fumes of death that consume our
souls whole as so rises the death toll.
Their hands are steady because they are ready to inflict as much
harm and chaos unleashed from the kiosk of destruction. They are willing to follow detailed instructions
just so the darkness in the night takes an accurate bite. They are like roaches that do not run away
from the light.
We can only guess that
they are of a variety that does not like the sobriety of society. They wish us to be drunk with fear as they
stab us with an ugly sneer. Out of the
shadows they appear in hopes that we run from angry guns that spit forth the
mayhem amongst innocent lambs so that we may all be eternally damned. They make no apology for an unadulterated
policy of hanging shattered souls from rusty poles and so we read of this
horrible story that has no sensible allegory.
Their idea of war is blood on the floor and nothing more. It's not an argument about the rich or the
suffering of the poor.
Some conjecture that
the turmoil is over oil. Some conjecture
that they reject the development of intellect and some conjecture that there
can be no reasonable lecture to explain the unrestrained pain that they predict
to inflict. It's like an addict has
crawled out of the attic where death is a drug that it must have out of
habit. They see us as the helpless hapless
rabbit that runs into a trap that it has made only to find our entrails
soufleed. This is how their ugly song is
played where their mission is to make us listen to a theme of screams!
The story is old of how
we were told of there not being any monsters yet they persist and they most
certainly exist. Death is an appetite
for which they cannot resist. They hunger
for us to cry and they hunger for us to die without offering a cogent reason as
to why. Reasoning with them is something
you can try but they figure to pull the trigger. They figure to let loose the alms of suicide
bombs and they figure to take our lives while inflicting maximum strife like a
knife to cut us to rebut us. They think
this to be an era of terror and so we must not genuflect in facing a problem
that we all must correct.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When the monster crawls out from under the bed
to kill the visions of sugar plums that dance in our heads. The family next door is already dead and so
now persists an of era terror that we've all come to dread.
November 15th,
2015
