"I'll slap him hard for thieving off me"

beat him with a stick for telling lies

One,two, three, now he will see"

"he needs conditioning, the unruly pesk"

"for bunking off school 

not sitting at his desk"

"that boy is useless!

he belongs in the trash"

"now he has drugs and plenty of cash"

"I'll show the thug the back of my glove

there is nothing wrong

with a bit of tough love".

 

The boy hardly winced or felt any pain

he did not care if he was hit again

desensitised by the surroundings

from a violent life case

thumped by his parents,

and punched in the face

burnt by cigarettes for wetting the bed

alone in his room and hungry for bread

left for so long, close to death

then beaten and bruised for things 

he had said, like "mummy I'm hungry"

and "FUCK OFF DAD" 

always alone and quite often sad

angry, confused, self harming and mad

 

now going back 

to the first verse in my rhyme

he was put in care

when he was all but nine 

society's problem, ignorant bliss

the boy had not known a hug or a kiss

"give him a smack", advice by some

"shut him in his room 

he will come to no harm"

"grab him, shake him, always be calm"

"make sure not to leave

a bruise on his arm"

carers, sharers fostering dues

no wonder the children are so confused

care is patience, love is Devine

happiness is the child's needs over mine