Villains As Strange Poem by Michael Hinojosa

As much time as past,
the storm strikes seldom.
My experiences over time have grown as my knowledge,
I see the evil release as they've held them.

The thought has occured to me,
as strange as it may be,
who are the puppetiers?
And to where do they flee?

Every villian political or otherwise,
they all share a constant trait,
preserve the name of rights and Constitution,
then twist and turn them to thier own sick fate.

Children crying,
divine tears,
I am no paladin to fight this evil,
but yet I stand firm with no fear.

I thank all who share equal of mind.
This is the 4th in a quintuple of five.
To bring to the world the 5th is what I thrive.