Predator's Land


Beyond the courtyard beneath the
center stage lies the sadness of the city.
It was doomed by hate, slow
and very casual in the seize,
stealing the joy from the children's precious hearts,
taking away the aroma of the elder's
love of passing traditions.
Everywhere there was beauty to make
this place absolute perfection.
And slowly, like all good things that involve
man, will come the day of devastation.
Slowly the brotherhood, the love and the
goal was lost to the power of greed.
It became self-centered and filled with
shallow feelings of one's own greatness.
And to the great place where you enter
by passing the great lady who now
mourns the old words that lined her hand.
"Then give me your poor, your sick and your
unwanted" is now a sad memory forever
lost to America, a place now
called the Predators land.

The illustration, "Predator," created by and © K.L.Storer, all rights reserved.