An Empty Space For A Face Poem by James McLain

Are you afraid, that someone will see you?
No one here will stalk you, of that I am sure of.
Underaged or are guilty of something else.
If you're alive the restraining order
you sought, was sought for something else.
I'm more than sure of it.
The children will almost always cling
to the abuser.
The Judges needing more people to fill up
their prisons, will let them.
How can a father or mother see their children?
Many an ignorant stranger has been killed
for less than that.
I can't speak for you, but only for myself,
I find it hard to stare at a blank space
where a face should be.
When that space for your face is only a blank.
Some people try hard to hide it from others,
what was to easily found.
Unless you live in a country where there
you are hated.
I'm at a loss as to why'd you stay there.
And when in a grave yard, how long would you
in front of a grave,
stand there staring down at a blank grave stone?
Before you lost interest and meandered away?