Seventeen lashes, curled in a corner he cries
Daddy beats him and mommy lies
Under the table he hides from His darkest fears
Hands to ears, a waterfall of tears
Malnourished, skinny to the bone
In the darkness he stands alone
Battered and bruised, awaiting his hand
dreaming of affection, unable to understand
A child never to look in the eyes of good
Never to be loved, never to be understood, unwanted, To be born without Innocence,
Where wrong is right, Immune to immoral influence
Head to pillow, She cries herself to sleep
Daddy yells at mommy when she weeps
A bowed head, please God, please, can I take her place
Mommy can't see because of the bruises on her face
The back of his hand slashes her eye
A worthless sinner, a trophy for her lies
Please God please, I made a mistake, can't you see?
I won't tell on him again, if you spare mommy and me
A child never to look in the eyes of good
Never to be loved, never to be understood, unwanted, To be born without Innocence,
Where wrong is right, Immune to immoral influence
© 11 months ago, savannah logue
S