Monster

There is a monster under my bed.

    Nothing has it ever said.

    He sits there to just to haunt the minds of children.

    That’s why this battle we must win.

The monster stays there to feed on our fear,

    For all he needs is a single tear.

    He is cowardly and just stays there hidden,

    Which is why of this monster we must be ridden.

The monster lies there without shame,

    So he’s the one to take the blame!

    Ready our arms! We have our rights!

    This monster we will fight tonight!

They went to the bed under which the monster hid,

    But when they got there something unexpected it did.

    He flew the white flag as fast as a bird,

    But was shot without saying a single word.

Then an old wise man stepped to the front.

    He said “For you people I’ll put this quite blunt,

    All of that was just in your head,

    And now you have become the monsters instead.”

 

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