You've taken
                                       what's not yours -
           consuming and sticking to them
                           like germ-ridden spores

                                   You filthy *******
                                      hope you choke on
                       those sly tongues that lilt,
                                   I hope you overdose
                       on your distant inner guilt

                                                         because
                               there was a thousand
                          things you could've done
                           but none could compare
                                                     to this one

Innocent objects,
going about
without care, living normality
obliviously unaware

                           That you were stalking,
                                                       watching,
                          just pawns in your game
                 a living key to your delusions
                                     and personal gain.

                               Where are they now?        
                                   What do you want?

                                                          ­Politics,
                              religion, exclamations
                                     reams upon reams
                    of question marked swirls -
                                         this is human life
                                    you're playing with!

                                                 So give it up,

"Bring Back Our Girls!"