They know them very well,
The very moment they collide,
They are like rats, mice and reptiles,
Come out in the quietness of the wild,
When people sleep and the land is barren,
They walk without any noise as the flame,
Once they identify them, their victims,
The mills of thought pulverize the time,
The right time is very important for the predators,
To attack and catch the victims with no detractors,
Victims are meek, weak, voiceless and shivering,
The animals stare with a whim of violating,
Gods of heaven nowhere to answer the cries,
When they say to them to leave them alone,
They will whisper to keep quiet and obey,
When the retaliation from the victim is observed,
The real action begins with overpowering,
A few are too clever not to do it in a day,
They scheme and violate the innocent ray,
To make the victims to believe they are the pact,
A few others jumped on the victims for the meat,
Scratches are found, mostly left when half dead,
The shameful victims wear the makeup to be bold,
Hiding all the hurt on the body and the heart,
Only a few are killed during the mission,
the predators celebrate their triumph.
Brilliant, so descriptive, Fear has such a paralyzing effect on those who are victimised.Unfortunately in our world there will always be predators and victims, evolution did nothing for that, it just upped the stakes.
Predators are everywhere. They are a menance to the world. The world does not need them. May God expose them the more. Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said. A very good reality write