Monsters are very real,
We hear about them every day.
They don't hide under your bed,
They appear in many ways.
They aren't in the shadows,
Yet they still remain hidden.
It's not something spoken of,
It almost seems forbidden.
They could be the lawless ones,
Running rampant in the streets.
Or they could hold the power,
Sitting in the government seats.
They could be the predators,
Who would prey upon a child.
They will take their innocence,
Leaving them broken and defiled.
A Monster could live down the road,
With bodies buried under the floor.
They might wear hoods of the Klan,
It's such a shame what they stand for.
Monsters are still real,
They appear in many forms.
They all walk among us,
Like calm before a storm.
There are many forms of evil,
Most people look the other way.
Or sometimes we just don't see it,
Because it's hidden in the light of day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem