With Eyes That Saw Your Shadows

The old men defile the little girls their lurid charm stabs the fragile screen of innocence and ignorance The fathers are traveled or dead or down, or never known The mothers weep, hands in air hoping to grab something helpful The young girls, like rat to hawk become clutched by predatory hands The old men squeal, cackle, and trumpet their victories vile names for the captured,the newly shamed are shouted in complete revelry The tricked lost their chance at being children This calls for a smile from the most sinister observer