The Warning

There’s a plague in the streets
Killing people as we speak.
No secret curse infects them,
Just a tale of wolf and sheep.

We search in closets, and under beds.
We tell our children, “It’s all in your head.”
When all the while, quietly lurking,
The monsters of our nightmares
Have been hiding in the sheets.

There’s no shelter from the wicked,
And no refuge for the weak.
Only hatred can be found;
What you sow is what you reap.

There’s a battlefield of broken scars,
Where all the damaged people are.
You can barely hear them crying,
So softly do they weep…
and fall…
to sleep...