There are beasts in the night

Whether covered in fog
Or the cloak of darkness
The night is crowded
With predatory beasts
Those that hunt
Are not in nature
Nor wild
But rather
They hunt society's least
Perhaps innocent
Perhaps unlucky
But vulnerable
The children
The elderly
The women who sell their body
The beast within men
Causes them to prey
And the monsters
Of the night
Are the human stain