Cellar

Down here, below aching stairs
It waits, searching with dust winds
Dormant 'til bothered, seemingly hidden

Creeping for answers, the child has entered
Action the motive as it lays in wait
Snuffed by the shadows, lashing with rage

Muffles no longer, the child has vanished
Sucked into voids where anger resides
Below the test of compacted time

It has struck again with vengeance profound
Consuming the life that seeks out the dark
Our stale air reeks with a history rotten

It won't go away as long as we live
Building foundations on graveyards alive
We will never avoid it's lusterless calling

The mass graves of children will someday be found
They look somehow similar, these victims of it
A sea of the dead now keeps society buoyant