A Stalker

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I walk the earth, I care for none. I travel by stealth mostly at night, I avoid the sun. Alone I am alone I stand, no care for any of you, no helping hand.

Animals avoid my path they are wiser than you , they want no trouble they avoid the inevitable aftermath. I wander through your world at will, your hospitals,your morgues I am pleased to fill.

I have no feeling for you pitiful lives. Your problems mean less to me than a bag of knives. The number of days that I have spoiled with bad news, a cancer here, dementia there not to forget a murderous bout of baby blues.

I am the dead look in a prostitute’s eyes, I am the funeral of each soldier that dies. I am the bomb, the bullet the grenade. I am the million dollar deal on which some one will renege . I am the loss of ever soldier’s or even innocent civilian’s limb. I am the suicide bomber’s blinding belief.  I an this world’s broken and dieing grief.

I am the filth you fear so much I am the sleaze and the open legs you dare not touch. I am the disease that stalks you at night I am the slash of a knife in a drunken fight. I am your worst your greatest and last no hope I am the the scabby hands that grope.

I shall always be around in your homes your schools and your playground. I am all that is your worst nightmare I am the wrongs that you have no intention to repair.

I am Apathy.

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It only takes a few good men to do nothing and evil will win.