I was digging thru my blog and found this poem i wrote in 2004. Its titled ‘Crimson Butterfly’ and a metaphor of the innocent children and woman who are victims of crimes. A white pair of wings flits by softly Passing valleys, streams and rivers wide Resting on flower beds, bushes and trees lazily In and out of beautiful petals it hides A picture of serenity we behold Of a white butterfly passing by But something is about to happen To wreck havoc in this peaceful world A sound is heard in the distance The only sound which breaks the silence A fast-moving object whizzes through the air As a…