Beast

Beast

There’s a beast who lives on my street
The worst type of beast you ever could meet
A milky disgusting pervert
A child of twelve rapist
Sentenced to 4 years
Served only 2years
If he’d robbed a bank
At knife point
He’d have got 15 years
The price of money
More important than
The price of rape
The price of child trauma
And now he lives on my street
Placed in a safe house
For his own safety
His curtains are always closed
The beast requires no sunlight
No prying eyes
I have hate for the beast
Once a beast always a beast
Once a sex offender
Always a repeat offender
Who will be his next victim
Nobody but me knows
That he is a beast
I wonder if I should tell
Inform the street
Risk creating a mob
Risk violence, death, jail
For the vengeful
Risk the guilt of inertia
From his next victim
I anguish over the beast
As I pull on my ski mask
As I sharpen my blade
There’s a beast who lives on my street
Without guilt
I will despatch him to
The hell he deserves
And when they learn
Of my vengeance
They will cheer
Not knowing that
It was me
That struck the blow
To take the beast
From our street