a soft sonnet by Joshua Brown
Hear the monsters speak their truth through lies
They are not monsters but for the demons living in
Children see the heads of silent killers stained with sin
Zombies attacking chairs of power to obtain the prize.
Why do you protect the evil, violent parent bloody?
Sulking in the shadows of deep regret and surrender
The innocent watch kings and knights fight with candor
To only die in battle alone and with no offspring steady.
I walked down the road afraid of jumping centipede
My backpack sprung arms and walked away from me
A shot rang out into the midnight dark, grazed my head
The danger grows from each new day I face her greed
There was no desperation, only steady planned decree
Dream of youngest hit by car, limp in paternal arms, dead.
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