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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