As children we’re convinced That monsters hide beneath our beds But as adults we soon realise That they walk the streets instead It’s not their face that’s monstrous It’s their loathing and their lies For it isn’t how they look – The monster’s who they are inside And at first we tiptoe round them Terrified to make a noise But slowly, very surely We are bound to find our voice But as fear gives way to anger And our loathing multiplies We start becoming monstrous And we think we’re justified But flames won’t put out fire Water will not halt a flood And we cannot stop the monsters By behaving as they would You see, anyone that’s ever Loved somebody else before Knows no matter how much hate we feel Love always matters more So though you’re brave to fight them And your courage makes you tough Don’t fight them out of hate But to protect the things you love And when life gets too scary Promise me you will make sure That you won’t become a monster But you’ll still learn how to roar.
JAY W. MACINTOSH
75016 Paris, France
Email: jaywmacintosh@gmail.com
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