Pessimism

Like seed buried in the ground Love is deeply buried with no sound; Dictators hearts have no shame There only objective is to maim; They don’t like any opposition They torture for instant submission. Weaklings probing for some care They have nothing to share. Rapist for total control they perceive Taking by force without they deceive; Victims humiliated and stained Their immediate feelings constrained. Not looking forward for the morrow My heart is broken with sorrow Pedophiles they scrutinize the innocents They are disgusting, totally infamous; Children not knowing they’re exploited Their future often segregated. Like seed buried in the ground Offenders continue to hang around.