Summertime
As the heat starts to rise, the devil’s plot thickens
Jobs become burdens, like bills
Cheating becomes second nature to husbands, like breathing
Emptiness quickly overtakes the wives heart, like a plague
Children swiftly invent deceitful plans, like thieves
Diamonds become tainted with blood, like knives
As time for leisure increases, the evil one’s campaign begins
Like a hunter, he searches for those who are weak
Like an animal, he preys on those asleep
Like a coach, he recruits those who will join his team
Like a professor, he infiltrates the minds of those who will take heed
Like a scorned lover, he plots revenge like no other
As vacations approach an inevitable end, the deceiver plants seeds that produce
death
Schools, like prisons, become a capstone for terrorists
Churches, like mines, explode leaving those designed for inhabitance destitute
Trunks, like trenches, are used as a haven for snipers
Airplanes, like missiles, are launched as weapons of war
Parents, like pedophiles, betray their children
When will the summertime end?
Copyright © Monique Mcdowell | Year Posted 2008
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