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Unholy One

Updated on June 19, 2013

Unholy One


The shadows hurried toward the stairs,

the children drenched in tears,

the home invaders stared at them gravely

as they bolted the door,

and pushed the adults to the floor,

fear seemed to be running in all directions,

adjusting the horror, and the terror,

making the needed corrections,

they latched the shutter of the window,

all feeling the gloom,

as an icy light seeped into the room,

the mother was crossing herself

over and over,

as the fear kept on feeding,

the father took all of the beating,

the punches kept coming in droves,

as if someone was keeping score,

the children heard his screams

even when the invaders closed the door,

they continued the assault until he was done,

and then began to laugh

as if they were chosen by the unholy one.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      savvy thank you so much.. bless you girl :)

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      Yves 4 years ago

      Yes indeed, and it happens more than people know. BTW, voted up!

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      wow savvy what a dreadful story..

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      Yves 4 years ago

      You've chosen a perfect title and, as always, precisely placed words to describe a horrifying scenario. " icy if someone was keeping score...and then began to laugh..."

      The dreadful thing is that these situations happen all around the world--man's inhumanity to man--in many different types of settings and for various reasons.

      Your poem brings to mind a true story I read about an imprisoned underground Christian who was forced to watch his son being beaten by guards--quite literally to a pulp. While the son was being beaten, he begged his father not to forsake their faith out loud as the guards had told him to do in order to stop the beating. The son said he preferred to die rather than know his father would betray their faith. So the father watched in horror and unspeakable grief as this "unholy" act was perpetrated upon his child.

      Yours is one of the sites I love visiting, Frank. Your writing never fails to amaze me. I know that you touch everyone with your talent to cut to the heart of the matter.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much lathing for popping by :)

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      LaThing 5 years ago from From a World Within, USA

      Frank, that is just an awful scene!! Horrifying experience...... I could feel the terror in those children! Your poems are very real..... Awesome write, voting up and everything!