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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569478" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Predator’s Prey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A young boy is crumbled in a bundle small<br>Under wooden boards of stairs outdoor<br>His breath is held as he grips the ground of the floor<br>In his back an ache, from the angst in his heart a longed-for break</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just a few steps higher hiding in the same place I<br>His brother older I cringe at the fear my body holds<br>My muscles trembling and my mouth distastefully dry<br>I wish to be bolder as the strength I have, it all folds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I taste the dust in my mouth as I press my face to dirt<br>Afraid to look up I still feel the fright of my brother ‘neath my heels<br>I long to break out with might, <br>Protect those I should and fight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this old park we lie and wait<br>Two boys young who ran to hide the first place straight<br>Our parents off far out of sight or shout<br>The earth still as our hearts pound and grabs our stout</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear the slow sliding of steps approaching<br>Grass underfoot shrieks a still and menacing yell<br>The steps stop hardly two feet above head<br>And timely steps forward creaking wood an earsplitting bell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Treading down I see the dirt on his sole<br>He looks around<br>Seeking a glimpse or a sense of some sound<br>Of the prey he seeks to please his soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walks down further to where my brother lies<br>With all I have I yearn for him to keep the silence<br>To protect our sanctuary’s secret from probing eyes<br>To keep our hearts and lives from this impending violence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He moves down the steps and I take some courage<br>And see him walking past and ‘round some foliage<br>I nudge my brother to make an escape<br>Squeezing out through the gap and scraping my nape</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out free in the sun I sense the need to run<br>Whispering urgent I beckon my brother along<br>But down low under the steps he falters and stays<br>A choice to be made, I choose to run</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the lawns and the fields I stumble in fear<br>To the park’s other side where my parents near<br>Thoughts of my brother haunts me forward<br>As tears of dread propels me on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reaching safety I shout the urgent distress<br>To parents in anguish strained no less<br>We run back toward the old wooden stairs<br>Finding empty the place where terror now stays</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We search for a cause with hope seeming grim<br>No trace of a boy whose chance now is slim<br>Tearing me apart the guilt and the shame<br>Of leaving him there, will life be the same? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(2008-02-04)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francois+Hoon">Francois Hoon</a><div class=q>
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