Anonymous Poem by Zia Eybers

Tell me if you will
For once, do not remain so still
How does it feel having so much power
Everything you touch goes foul and sour

Long ago you started your destructive ways
So long ago, nothing can be remembered from those days
What remain of your past are empty bottles
With messages drifting ashore

But it’s not the bottles of glass that’s on the stand
Or even the cans your victims willingly hold in hand
It’s the liquid content those cans and bottles hold
That turns even the gentlest heart very cruel and cold

You have the ability to erase the past
And thus your future will be sure to last
There are daily meetings being held for hope
For your prey that’s desperately trying to cope

You have no boundaries, no limits
You don’t care for gender or age
You don’t care for rules or restrictions
You don’t care for your faithful followers

You don’t care to be shaken or stirred
As long as it’s you that remains the chosen
And those that chose to abuse you
Will end up in the morgue, chilled and frozen
Those that chose to hide you in a brown paper bag
The John Doe’s, will remain on the rocks