Saturday, July 9, 2016

Bullied

Bullied

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)





Since man's beginning
a predator traversed our glorious land.

Wickedness he's spread
inside the hearts of women and men
a lust,

an inborn weakness does demand
that power taken
emboldens them

that they must
elevate, thus prove their worth.

So victims are sought
for them to rule.

They thrust whatever they garner into the till

(Gathered from whatever means necessary;
illegal more their enjoyable way.)

until manipulated
the prey

into abdicating their own free-will
under extreme coercion. A need for prayer
to endure. A feeling of delay... felt for sure.

As each day ends with fear of slay.

Since, the predator set out traps,
decoys and blocks
to corral and control any which catches the eye so bold
as done, in fantasy mimicking life and fact,
to our dear little Goldie locks.

A wolf always persecutes flocks.

Prevails over them with despicable and heinous deeds. Preventing these abused ones ability to proceed.

These supposedly weak ones they stalk,
as if being paid, for that opportune and special day
to bind the soul for dangerous play.

A sport entangling an innocent fawn
or any other unsuspecting one
unfortunate enough to be in their
perverted way.

*

i see you everywhere you stand
sit, while using the can.

you thought you ran far enough away
into the darkness during the day
turning off lights as if that works

my camera lens highlight your every
crack and crevice and even bend

your once cleanliness
before

depression
wallowed you
in stagnant dirt.

you cannot win.
i am your shadow.

you have no friends
enough
to save your hide.

within your realm i do abide.

and as you travel to work
i still see
travel along with you with technology
used

means
no way out.

you will submit. i have no doubt.
you can't refuse, though you may shout and cry
then rant and rave.

just crotch in fear
then slowly die or quickly. i'm up to the game.
it's just the same;

your mind will wither
i promise you. they will not believe
what you say is true. you know not
even all of our names.

keep up the fight. it enlivens the thrill.
the joy of watching before the kill.

I know you see my every move.

At first defenseless, I did fear
to lose my mind, my life.

My every second filled with stress
since planted within my comfort zone
devices electrifying my home

and strife engendered between me and my own family
to disable relief

dispelling peace.

You won't leave me and mine alone.

The terror felt I won't pretend. 
But now in strength I must defend a courage dealt from heaven sent
to deep inside 

will help me rent the fear in two.
Survival instincts also will pull me through.

Until the time when He does choose
from me your victim to remove
I've gained a strength to daily endure.

My days may be numbered, but one thing's for sure
your days are numbered too

for justice and love
always win when motives shown are righteous;
pure.

Yes,
predator's ends?

Long overdue!

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