mystical creatures

My garden is filled with really wierd creatures,

some bearing strange and prominent features.

Traveling in packs, collecting like preachers,

they're self declared mystical teachers.

They claim to be victims, of lifes circumstance.

Beg you to help them, give them a chance.

Listen too long, wind up in a trance,

its better not, to give them a glance.

Invading your space, searching they sneak,

looking for someone whose future looks bleak,

Don’t trust them,'cause they lie as they speak.

Preying on those. who are lost or are weak.

They’ve no morals, nor values to speak of;

they take no directives, at all, from above,

They never did know, unconditional love.

Conflict they solve, with a push and a shove.

Look very careful ' fore you lend them a hand;

their children are screaming, over the land,

We're starving for love, its what we demand;

don't enable ignorance, please understand.

It’s all a part of the natural fight.

The million year war 'tween the dark and the light.

It’s easy, to see it, once we hear it, despite,

A natural instinct, to see, wrong as, quite right.

So, go on and see, if its not so,

some of the traits, are in folks, that you know,'

Darkness takes root, where 'ere it can grow,

pull the root out. Before it can show.

written by , vicky myers 12-6-08