From Predator to Protector
He was a predator as they say A hunter who masked as saint in the day His soul was doomed, his mind twisted, Devil in his heart they say is rested. His manners were suspicious, his habits questionable Else why he lured young women with his fables? The day he arrived in town, dark clouds came A storm rushed in and he was blamed. Families were alerted the predator has arrived People were cautioned the devil has revived Only he knew he was not a predator All he was, was victim of nature With no one to support him, he cried There were thoughts "why haven't I died?" As day became clearer after the storm passed, He knew there was a change in his heart He vowed he will rise again from ashes and dust And he will prove he can control his lust He changed, he left all his evils behind Saved his soul and changed purified his mind He helps the poor, the downtrodden and the needy, The victims...