JUVENILE

They roamed the streets, at night. Gazing, staring at every passerby. They looked on purpose towards
the darkest spot, to find someone alone, unarmed, powerless. They, who is unknown to the sane,
creeped out from the shadows of ghastly, dim-lighted lanes of sorrow, searching for their next victim.
They who were radges. They who were monsters disguised as humans. Them eyes had sinful crave;
their pockets had nothing but torn cotton. They are the reason for why there is caution, amongst not
just one but every sect of the society. They were once caught. They were once tried. They were once
produced before the people, and they were once denied. They were meant to be casted away, but they
were set free. They could have been behind bars but are now free and vile. Reason being? They were
juvenile.