The child looks up, what does she see

Will a face smile down with love and kindness

Hands outstretched, warm and welcoming

Tenderness and sweetness oozing from every pore

Or will it be a snarling grimace, red with fury

Fists raised and clenched ready for violence

Snapping teeth and rending claws, the air thick with malevolence

What will she see when she opens her eyes

The beast with two faces, which will it be

love or hate, which one will she see