A Profane Poem For Profane Times

They are leading the children down a narrow hallway.
Some are crying.
They are deshelved.
Hair in every which direction
Bleary eyed
They have been awoken by terror.

Pajamas
Dragging a teddy bear.
Bare feet
They have been zip tied together 
A link in a chain

“Fuck them kids”

A burly man in a mask mutters.
The mask hides the wreck
That was his humanity
He has now been devoured
And a monster has replaced him.

I force my eyes to witness.
I will not look away from this.

I will not look away.