The Predator

The Predator

As I run I see kids playing in the street,
I keep on going and hear a disturbance behind me,
My reflex makes me turn yet I see nothing,
Though I can still feel it coming,
Closer and closer it comes till its eyes wink at me,
A hungry predator rushes down the road,
Two sirens chase it with hopeless speed,
There is no point though the predator is hungry not scared,
He wants to eat he does not care about escape,
The hungry predator spots me but I run onto the sidewalk,
It growls and shoots pass me slapping me with hot petroleum air,
It sees the kids playing and growls again, and then goes in for the kill.

Five kids in total, that’s how many died,
The predator was captured after his meal,
He got his best lawyer and suffered a hefty fine,
And 200 hours of community service at an orphanage,
Using some bullshit story about emotional depression,
He lives happily with his family now,
He is full and satisfied on those five kids for now,
But when will he return for another meal on my street,
When his wife has an affair or kids get pregnant,
Maybe after a hard day at work or he gets fired,As I run I pray for kids playing in the street.


by Shane Johnson