Poem: They Prey

They prey on the least of us
like they were at a thanksgiving feast.
Some are parents in the north and west,
others are molesters in the south and east.
Like a tiger to a wounded deer they prey on the ignorant
and naive in our society.
We can protect ourselves
but who will protect the youth and future progeny of this country.
Priests like wolves in sheep clothing
strip our young boys of their virtue and their pride.
Fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts and cousins
rob their daughters, sons and kin of their virginity
and damage them permanently from the backside or inside.
Mental scars of sexual confusion and shame
plague tormented helpless minds.
A moral hypocritical community would see their turmoil,
but their religious bias makes them blind.
So these growing ticking time bombs
try to find layers of sanity and peace in these unforgivable acts.
Some explode in violent ways; some have tumultuous marriages
and are unable to get their life on normalcy’s track.
They are victims of demons
who dwell in the form of a woman or a man
whose duty is to make someone’s life a living hell.
They prey on the least of us,
condemning a child’s soul to a wretched living prison cell.
As long as they prey on the least of us,
we must inform the young of the evil
that exist during these dark times.
We must shield the innocent from these spawns of evil
and ensure that these predators are punished
severely for their crimes.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.