The beatings continued, on into the night

Stones and bricks

sticks and bats

Laughter rides on the dead hearts` anger

Like the Reaper, they take without remorse

Slaying innocence, murdering love

They steal years of memories, embraces, and treats

They erase the history, between one lover and another

What do they feel when they beat down the innocent?

Pride, justice, honor, or joy?

Or do they feel the guilt and pain that can attack them from inside

When they`re caught, in their heinous crime, the souls follow, to haunt their demons.

It takes years to get through the hardships they gave, never replaceable.

The loving, the compassionate, the teacher, the taught.

And that slanderous voice as they were escorted away, still leaves singes and burns on the hearts of those who remain.

"They were just animals."