Poem

They hide and whisper sweet words.

Their faces obscured from sight.

Light seems not to touch them, no sound ever eludes them,

no silent shriek or heartbeat can escape their grasp.

No secret or lie can satisfy their needs.

Suffering is their joy,Hatred is their sugar,

tears fuel their temptations to follow.

They grin at the agony of their masters.

Planning their demonic ways when we turn our backs.

We try to hide, to run, to turn the other cheek.

But we can’t, no one can hide, no one can run,

No one can deal with the torment of them,

But we fight,

we march along,

we battle them silently.

In the end they always continue to follow.

But never lead.

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.11.2013

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