5 November 2012
Fury Ripping tearing Pain Anger, Sadness?
To be a monster To hide under beds To cower in closets To sneak in the night
I wonder, oh monster Why are you scared To scamper away at the Sign of first light
Don't you eat little children? Don't you relish their screams? Why oh why Do you cower from me?
Is a monster so hard to understand? A hand outstretched Kindness? Or impending pain?
Just who makes a monster? Who is responsible for the Cultivation Of the one under your child's bed Cowering from mommy and daddy When princess cries
Maybe he's just hungry? Deformed and afraid? Just what did his mother tell him To hide himself away?
So hunt down the monster Raise your pitchforks and torches Because monster's tucking himself in And monster doesn't know That 'monsters' are scary and that he's supposed to be angry
Furious Angry Pained And maybe just a little bit sad.
Monsters • Opuss № I