A world so big body so young
how can he overcome scared to go home
nowhere to run
In a book bag hidden is a gun
to young to understand the outcome of his own hands
a mind to young to have choices
heart worn from the beatings
Mercy he begs “Please don’t do this again”
his own blood on his hands he reaches for the bag
crumpled on the floor a young body slain
This fathers task completed he turns for the door
to young to understand the outcomes of his own hands
he reaches for his book bag to pull out the gun
as he screams “i will be beaten no more”
now a fatherless son beaten by justice
lost are his choices taken is his innocence
he spends his years in this juvenile prison
This is pretty intense. Well done. 🙂
Thanks Im trying to challenge and broaden my spectrum of writing a little
Good for you – it’s working! 🙂
nicely done and so true.