Feds telling me to back off and let them do their job
Said I’m verging on being a vigilante,
I ask with no contemptuous meaning:
“But he keeps stalking her…how much longer?”

I was told that this wouldn’t be swift,
No information to share, but reassurance that this is of importance
I protest that I’m still being defamed
“He’s still saying I took part in scarring this little girl”.

They virtually pat my back and let me know,
no one with half a mind would think so
That I’m letting a troll win by feeding it,
So I lamented a moment, pondered next steps
And ultimately decided I should listen.

“Fine…but if she gets hurt while you take your time…”

They assured me things are moving, and I needed to place faith in the work
I smirked and shook my head, no words left.
The call ends, and I say to the reflecting glass with all my apps:
“I don’t even put faith in God.”