she is a small sound
in a sea of complainers
she can sob
Again and Again
her voice is soft
I said she can cry
Again and Again
but nobody cares.
it's an ugly, elephant in the room,
a monster really; not a trendy subject;
it stomps on her.
Again and Again;
grabs her, by the ribbons,
Again and Again;
tears open her dress...
Again;
and Again,
he's a man on free wheels,
while the child is stuck in chains;
as decided by $omeone, in a cushioned chair,
that'd like to tie those monsters up
Again and Again;
to let them free,
as criminal$
Again and Again;
to lock them up
a few more time$
to let them free
Again and Again
to process them in court,
Again and Again
to let them go, to hunt
Again and Again
to live in a home
around the block
he comes by a new prey
Again
and Again
and Again;