Seen

I see the unseen,

The walks hidden by nightfall,

Running towards the shop,

The metal bits put together,

Make a cylinder of death.

I see the unseen,

The multiple bull’s eyes,

The aim: Meticulous,

A smirk on his face,

A glint of evil in the eye.

I see the unseen,

Building every night,

Longer and longer range,

The object is near completion,

Some are seeing their last evening…

I see the unseen,

Traveling up in a white van,

$.25 in the meter,

Awaiting civilians,

He aims.

I see the unseen,

Traveling back in time,

Constant ABUSE and trauma,

The anger unable to release,

He’s come back for revenge.

I hear what is heard,

1 shot,

Two, three, four, five,

All in a row,

Not one missed.

Now the unseen can be seen,

His anger is released,

The world is quiet,

And another little boy is ABUSED,

And awaiting revenge…