Predators Poem by Barry Middleton
Predators
stalking hoards are everywhere
they aim to capture prey
and carefully they lay a snare
in a game of foulest play
to steal your money or your soul
is all they think about
even if you hide or dodge
they still may find you out
beware the predatory type
and shun their evil leers
or you'll be tangled in their net
and left with only tears
it's difficult to spot these rogues
they roam both night and day
so be on guard for promises
that may lead you astray
I tell you they are everywhere
so I have gone to ground
they won't find out my hiding place
I shall not make a sound
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4/26/2024 12:21:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That's a sad reality of the world. Full of deceit n evil is our poor planet, though goodness is there n it persists despite the odds. But we must b on our guard against the devilish designs of schemers n opportunists. A great piece of advice.
It breaks my heart that we have such a beautiful planet but so much evil contaminates the beauty. I wish sometimes I had better insulation, denial or emotional protection.