(pg-13 material)
The sun has fallen--evening's come
A nameless face skips home
And as it passes down the street
It whistles, all alone
Shadows don't cause a fault in step
The feet make good of time
But, something catches it unawares
No one reports the crime
The sun is up, they can't go home
No one is there to care
With no family to call their own
Their case is none too rare
A passerby notes the heap
All crumpled and contorted
Finally, he calls for help
And now the crime's reported
Screeching and red glowing lights
Yellow lines surround
And someone; a nameless face
Lies motionless on the ground
A body, that's all it is
With nothing in which to hide
No shirt, no pants, no coat, no blouse
It lies bare upon its side
And as horrific as this vision is
So too is this fact:
That someone else found pleasure in
This heartless, sick attack