Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Son's Raining Bullets

Needing a gentle hand
He got the back
Caring and guiding
There was a lack
Growing up
He felt alone
Tears hardened to bullets
His heart
A hidden stone

Words became his tool
To dispense
He bullied the world
Beneath eyes turned cruel

Becoming a man
He could redirect
Recreate
He won't
He carries
Ammunition for hate
To reach him could be
Too late

He may never have peace
And for society and family
Violence...Shame...Heartbreak

author: Paulette Elozia Beaudin Rivait

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