Where Are They - Poem by mai venn
Where are they,
I ask in wonder.
Can they reach out?
Tell us from beyond?
I do not know.
But someone does.
It could be you,
Have you something on your mind?
You thing you saw something?
What do you think you saw?
A car, hidden in some God forsaken lane,
With it’s master there, staring at his next sacrifice.
Was he keeping a vigilant eye on his victim?
Watching, waiting till the time was right to capture her.
One by one, they have disappeared, without a trace.
Year by year, these young maidens vanished,
Their loved ones wait for some information.
Broken-hearted mothers beat their breasts
And fathers, they know no rest,
Awaiting the knowledge of their child’s whereabouts,
Dead or alive,
One way or the other.
Their right to a Christian service has been denied,
They have gone,
Against their will to an end.
Only God knows
And the evil one who has done the deed,
So wicked and so cruel.
Ah, but there is a God.
He is the almighty and ever powerful one.
He knows all,
He knows where,
But, most of all, he know who.
So, you may think you’re safe -
You, the depraved one, your days are numbered,
Hour by hour, the clock will tick away
The remainder of your existence
Until the day of reckoning will come,
And it comes to everyone.
What will you do then?
You have no scruples,
I have no sympathy for you.
You are deranged,
You have no feeling.
You are dead to everything nature has to offer you
So you destroy the happiness of others.
Torment will ravage you,
Their ghosts will haunt you,
You will have nowhere to run.
You can not run from yourself!
Where are they? ? ?
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