Evil Walks On Feet Like Ours Poem by Patti Masterman

Evil walks on feet like ours
But sees through keyless locks,
It's tunnel-visioned nightly harms
In walls that cannot talk.

It starts in play like childish whims
And grows like cancer-wild;
It's own eyes never see a sin,
It's reasons are not mild.

Do not let it see your face,
For it will memorize
The things of you can leave a trace
Of horror, in the eyes.

Do not tell it what you fear
For fear, it will compel
The evil brain that drives the feet
To take you down to hell.

Evil walks on feet like ours,
An alien, in our midst;
With luck, we fence it in with bars-
There is no cure, but this.