The face of doom hidden


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


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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