Screams of the innocent
permiate the halls,
seep through the flooring
and resound off the walls,

Ear splitting screams,
that few people can bear,
young and old without mercy,
their screams rent the air.

Escape would be futile,
all exits are blocked,
we must all find our courage
for those that do not

Will be prey to the others,
for it's each man for himself,
regardless of age,
their sex or their wealth,

Their tears don't effect us,
their pleads or their cries,
we laugh at the teardrops
that flow from the eyes

Of those we have captured,
and are under our power,
who's screams sear the moments
that pass like they're hours.

And I am the champion,
the strongest by far,
I fear no opponent
whoever they are.

But wait, what is happening?
how could this be?
it seems that the others
have conspired against me,

In a group they come for me,
but I will not cowtow,
I defend and I struggle
but to no avail,

For I am outnumbered
so now it's my turn, it seems
but for the sake of my pride
I smother my screams,

And instead, beg for mercy
as I struggle and plead,
but I'm alone and defencless,
so they take no heed.

And I don't understand it,
what treachery is this?
each of my assailents
are my very own kids,

Yes all of my children
along with their Mother,
have ganged up against me,
while we tickle each other.


By S.E.Ralph

3-10-2015