They’re fun when you’re a kid
listening to the counselors trying
to scare you with some guy crouching behind a bush in the woods
and then as you grow up, you realize
the real horror stories transpire
every day
all around you:
murder, rape, genocide and the like
but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive
because the majority are decent, honest
people with integrity and they are
the ones who will
write the history
books in
the
end.
I like the unity you achieve by using words with a long “i” – trying, realize, transpire, like, strive. I wonder if you would consider finishing that way, too, with “in time” instead of “in the end.” It would add to an already powerful poem.