The monsters in the dark
When I was but a little girl,
I feared the monsters in the dark.
The creatures underneath my bed,
And the ghosts that lived outside.
I trusted my own parents,
And my room to keep me safe.
I kept the lights all on at night,
To keep the nightmares far away.
Now that I have grown and changed,
I see that ghosts aren’t really real,
But the world it still has monsters,
They just wear a different face.
The banker that sits at his desk,
Making people lose their home.
The employer that keeps people poor,
And lets their children starve.
The company that doth refuse,
Life-saving medical care.
And those are just the ones whose face,
We never get to see.
The murderers, the rapists,
The child molesters too,
The ones whose many gruesome acts,
Become entertainment on the news.
These are some of our monsters,
So much scarier than those,
That frequented my childhood dreams,
Because these monsters are quite real.