DEMONS

Poem and image by Matha Di Giovanni

Senseless ignorant minds,

Waking every morning of their miserable lives.
How will you start your damage?
A foul stench that comes out as words.

Roaming around like vultures,

Waiting to be fed.
Cocky attitudes, wandering heads
Looking for their prey.

How much one can endure,
Hearing their constant cackling.
Hey, did you hear?
Whispering in someone's ear
Will it ever end?

Their lies and deceptions roaming
Like an endless nightmare that never ceases.
Twining their poison onto the weak and defenseless
Like a cobra hypnotizing its prey.

Crucified are those who speak the truth.
Crucified but pure in heart.
For we are cleansed in what is right
And crush the demons’ hearts.