There is no shark on the freeway,
yet there is a monster lurking,
under the depth, just always
out of sight till it rears its head
and its jaws come crashing down on
your torso,
you’re tore so
you believe all the lies
and it is not helpful;
for the beast under the water
picks us off one by one,
it glories in its belief,
the despicable dogma,
this is the monster under the rising water
and as we drown, we cling
to the hope that we will be left.
Ian D. Hall 2017