Sadists (Demons of the Night III)

As a completion of the series of poems of "Demos of the Night" that I started writing approximately a year ago, I wrote this poem about the explicit Sexual Harassment acts that women and girls are subjected to in the Egyptian streets. This as well is a try on my behalf to contribute to the very courageous movement that Shereen Thabet has initiated and triggered on Facebook against sexual harassment.

Here is the poem, 

Beasts, monsters, roaming around
Mingled with us, you can't point them out
Observing, waiting for the time to attack.
Ugly they are, with eyes red and burning;
Suckers of life, virtue and innocence.
They chain you with their looks that burn with lust,
And you cannot hide.
They are with fangs, from which poison is dripping,
And claws of the firmest grips;
More severe than that of a Crow or an Eagle.
Their touch is death, making the skin crisp,
With pain of the torture screaming.

Swift they are, appearing out of nowhere.
They vanish in a blink of an eye;
But that's the kind of them who get scared.
For they still have some little blood;
Travelling through their veins.

But the other kind who enjoy to inflict the pain,
They stand to see you suffer,
And triumph,
When your eyes are bloody, chocking with tears.
They stick around to hear you swear,
And to hear your silent woes and screams.
And to feel your sore throat;
That's unable to vibrate and echo in the sky.
They love watching you troubled and helpless;
When they grab you with their grasps of filth and dirt.
And your words are stuck in your throat,
Like the poisonous apple of Snow White.

They stalk you, they haunt you,they root their fear inside you.
They are of no creatures that God created;
For even animals of the cruelest natures care for those of them,
They strive for the existence and survival of their species.

They are the humans with emotions and hearts rooted out
THEY ARE SADISTS.