How do we dispatch this monstrosity?
A young girl stumbles across the road
Searching for answers.
Her tiny eyes scour her neighborhood begging for reasons
Why her parents hold tired smiles, desperately trying to
Relieve her stresses,
Yet their smiles never reach their eyes;
Why her older brother's stomach wakes her in the night
As she dreams of fantastical houses built of wood or stone;
Why some people with rosy, full cheeks seem foreign,
While her friends harbor pale, thin ones.
"What is this creature's name?"
She wonders.
Who is it that causes the pain, strife, agony, stress, hunger
Around her?
A mother lurks behind shadows,
Approaching the nearby orphanage.
Maybe if her job had been substantial enough,
This creature wouldn't be stealing her baby.
Maybe she and her son could prosper and work their way up?
But no, she chastises herself,
The monster won't corrupt his life like
It has hers.
If he's placed in this haven,
He will be saved
From its grasp.
A grocer wanders home to his children,
Hoping beyond reality that
He will maitain a constant job
For at least this week.
Fear-striken hearts roam his house,
Their hungry eyes searching for anything concrete.
Upset by his failure to his family,
He continues to trudge on,
Monster at his heels.