monsters playing tic-tac-toe under the bed
grunting the story of their origin and your demise
dragons who exhale heat to Execute
nearly a thousand Men
witches with face drenched in boils with skin
the texture of porridge
All things kids a lectured to fear. Children,
Fear the unexpected, for it will blow swiftness
And agility
Men who claim Righteousness
parade
The already crowded playgrounds, we call streets
with Sticks of Steel
preying
on the not- knowing.
the Innocent
bless their souls, for their parents
Know not what they’ve done
Child, fear not the monster under your bed
But
the Monster within your fragile frame and
the monster within your comrades