Look at you
Standing there
In your business suit
Without a care in the world.
 

The respect people give you
Is undeserved
If only everyone knew what you did
Sick bastard.

You stole the innocence of the children
Who had given you their trust
You left them bound and broken
By your perverted actions.

You shattered lives
And we live in fear of your very presence
Because you are everywhere.

Your face haunts our dreams
And your voice whispers in our thoughts
Yet you walk free
Unpunished.

Do you not know of the damage you have done
Business man, family man, church man?
Free to live and work anywhere you desire
Among innocent women and children

Because your true self is hidden from the world.
But we know who you are
And what you have done
One day all the children of stolen innocence will stand together strong and united.

We will make our voices heard
And our presence known
No longer will we live in fear.
We will paint your house with a scarlet M
And strip away your false image
Leaving you as vulnerable as we once were.

Then the world will know what kind of person you really are.

Copyright © 2010 by Jenna Young