Monsters Used To Live Under The Bed

Monsters used to live under your bed and in your closet

Now they’re walking around on the street and sitting in places of power

Speaking with their honeyed words

Waiting to spring their traps filled with poisonous barbs

Like a Venus Flytrap they attract you and snap their mouth closed

Bringing us all into a world of pain and misery

Tell me when did the monsters flee from under my bed and run out into the streets

When did they give up their horrible visage

And put on masks of men

When and why did we put an idol into our hands while leaving the bible in the nightstand

They lurk around every corner waiting to snatch us up and lead us astray

They speak with their honeyed words

All while spouting poison

I won’t let the world change me

I won’t let the world make me fear

Even while the monsters roam the streets and the seats of power

The monsters no longer try to hide

They just try to disguise their worst aspects

Under a sheen of virtue

They twist the truth and the lie

Until all we’re left with is muddied water

Harboring disease and death

Maybe I can’t change this world

Maybe I can’t out every monster and kick them back under the bed

But I won’t let this world change me