The coyotes,
sick slick tricksters,
the politicians
priests, and
one more revolting man,
with gleaming eyes
of depravity;

The children scream,
and run away
to be recaptured
like they are prey,

pretty flowers
no longer bloom
as monsters pull
pink petals apart.

Pervy dictators,
and other pedophiles
rip innocence,
and ravage flesh.

Tiny arms
bone thin,
refugee hearts
broken again,
and again
as the beast
and his
greedy friends
**** and take them
violently
from childhood
to dark shadows
of desecration,
with vile acts of violence.

Not a QAnon conspiracy
but real horrors,
and I would wreck
a million cars
to crush
that traffic.

Tears of rage
burn,
and I would
like my turn
to turn
the world
of those who
victimize our youths
to chain gangs
that return
pain for pain,
dealing out
unrelenting
sentences,
with no parole
or room
for them to cajole
any leniency.