i hear his voice scream out at night
the sounds pierce through my ears
as i try to go to sleep
all that comes is tears
the little boy next door
is whipped and beat
by his mother
she blinds him with her heat
he is a good kid
always did what he was told
his mother started beating him
when he was just 3 years old
he is now 6 years old
3 years it has been
his mother is a drunk
and locks him in the den
he prays every day
that GOD will do his part
that he will help this little boy
and not let his mother break his heart
he knows that when she's drunk
when's she so high on drug
and all he ever wanted
was just a little hug
his arms are sore and red
but his smiled never fades
it will always last
he always got good grades
and did the best he could
but when his mother came home drunk one day
she was carrying a knife
he tried to scram and cry
but she tried to take his life
he was just a kid
one i knew so well
he covers for his mom
saying he just fell
when really the vbruises on his legs
are from her fist and hands
she plays sick and twisted games
like making him stand in a corner
and throw a knife at him
just to see where it lands
today he was sitting
in the old den
when his mother came in
with her sick and twisted face
she grabbed a knife
and ran towards him
adn this time she did really take his life
so today there are no more screams
no more piercing yelps
and now ill remember next time i see an abused child ill tell the police cause it really helps
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