Elimination of Hideouts

An apple lay on a plate, On the house's threshold with eight Young children and their pets Awaiting to be eaten and never left A hand held the apple Rising it to its mouth's level Unto the mouth the apple entered As the teeth stung its cover that once warmed Crrunchh! Was the voice of the gunshot That tore a piece from the apple's cot Granting the breeze to chill its profoundness Blistering its body with coldness The apple's teeth clapped together Shaking its jaw from the unmerciful wind of the freezer That struck so painfully into its bones Shaking the magnificent structure it was built on Eventhough the apple was injured It was its choice to be devoured Yet, the apple shall reach an area where, It shall meet new citizens' care Welcoming it into their affectionate house Dedicating a beautiful woven blouse To protect it from the emotionless, wintry storm That scratched its smooth skin that was never transformed Sometimes it happens to plenty; Light touches the faces of many Adding soft textures with a touch of A young girl pervading the sense of love Into their hearts' dove Yet, some make a sin and guilt overwhelms them As guilt climb aboard their soul's gem But, light keeps touching their faces Letting them know about the existence of chances, Which can erase their mistakes Cleansing their path from all the aches That struck so hard into their eyes Never hide when you have mistaken, For cowardice shall awaken Instead, stand up and fix what you have done For their might be a chance awaiting at dawn