Where Are They, Part 2 Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Follow-up on the poem
Where are they

Where are they? I ask again. And why?
A quarter of a century has passed by.
Where are they? I ask again. And why?
For they are still missing, you cannot deny.

Gone forever without a trace.
Searches have taken place.
All around and everywhere.
Show if you know, share.
Your information is vital.
It adds more data to the cycle.
Forming together like a riddle each day.
Collecting clues as they go on their way.
A new search has begun near Wicklow.
With machinery now, all equipped to go.
There is more information in the news.
So, are you already? There is no time to lose.
Beware, whatever you do, for he is still around.
In all those years, he has never been found.

Where are they? By Mai Venn.

Where are they,
I ask in wonder.
Can they reach out?
Tell us from beyond?
Beyond where?
I do not know.
But someone does.
It could be you,
Yes, you!
Do you have something on your mind?
Do you think you saw something?
What do you think you saw?
A car, hidden in some God-forsaken lane,
With its master there, staring at his next sacrifice.
Was he keeping a vigilant eye on his victim?
Watching, waiting till the time was right to capture her.
One by one, they have disappeared, without a trace.
Year by year, these young maidens vanished,
Their loved ones wait for some information.
Broken-hearted mothers beat their breasts
And fathers, they know no rest,
Awaiting the knowledge of their child's whereabouts,
Dead or alive,
One way or the other.
Their right to a Christian service has been denied,
They have gone,
Against their will to an end.
Only God knows
And the evil one who has done the deed,
So wicked and so cruel.
Ah, but there is a God.
He is the almighty and ever-powerful one.
He knows all,
He knows where,
But, most of all, he knows who.
So, you may think you're safe -
You're not!
You, the depraved one, your days are numbered,
Hour by hour, the clock will tick away
The remainder of your existence
Until the day of reckoning comes,
And it comes to everyone.
What will you do then?
You have no scruples,
I have no sympathy for you.
You are deranged,
You have no feeling.
You are dead to everything nature has to offer you.
So you destroy others' happiness.
Torment will ravage you,
Their ghosts will haunt you,
You will have nowhere to run.
You cannot run from yourself!
Where are they? ?