Into the night they migrate
Safely hidden away from the sun
Cleverly planning everything...
That they believe can be done
Their actions are a bane on humanity
To mankind's once safe home...
Actively searching every nook and cranny
With a very fine toothed comb
Pirates of the night they plunder
While spreading their 'Hatred' around
As a means to an ends - altering
In SLIPPERS they tiptoe - making nary a sound
Yet they are still viewed - nevertheless
By the forever eye in the sky
With sound included - amplified...
Hence picking up their slightest sigh
To be or not to be?
Their wisdom has taken leave and is gone
Forever alienating all who once befriended them
Those who have learned of their HATE filled wrongs
They have taken away ones peace of mind
For all are now on high alert...
While into the night they still meander in 'Circles'
As of yet to receive their just 'Desserts'
By, Theodora Onken
March 8, 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem