stands, raised hand
answer every question
to bring justice to a depraved land.
warning of the beast eager to devour.
tells how it mauled,
and it whines, growls, evades
The beast does not know it is a beast,
but the warrior knows.
The warrior warns.
As the beast prowls and pretends
to be a kitten, a puppy, an innocent thing.
The warrior knows.
The warriors know.
Are you listening?
Or will you open doors and invite it
to devour you?
A wonderful, and very timely poem, Shawn!
Like this and a great finish as well
The timid, the jaded, the tired of living, don’t seem to be listening to the warriors among us.
I am more concerned for those who’ve been brainwashed to believe their innate inferiority and have no ability to believe their potential.
That is a prime concern and focus of mine, as well.