The face of doom hidden

autumn

There is a stranger.
A face unknown.
In a foreign land.
No one notices.

Blending in.
All is normal.
Just a friendly face.
No one notices.

It is so easy.
None sees the hyena.
Walking in the open.
The face of doom hidden.

This is someone’s child.
Not a monster.
A hard time believing.
Someone so normal yet, not.

This stranger made friends.
Was invited into homes.
Yet patiently waiting.
To kill, to kill, to die.

A walking time-bomb.
Is your or my time up?
No place is safe anymore.
I don’t feel safe.

By C.E. Pereira
(8-7-2016)

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