On Lonely Street
Predators creep
Wolves talk and bleat
Disguised as sheep
Where innocence has no defence
The Devil saunters
His colours flaunted
Tattooed and morbid
Debauched and sordid
A coward despite his pretence
The monster smiles
Evil beguiles
Woman defiled
No help for miles
Survival, heartache and silence
Lost soul, bled,
Dawn breaks, red
Chained to a bed
A million tears shed
All for the sake of violence …
© Wendy Phelan – 16 January 2018
Pic Courtesy of Google – No Claim
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