Do Unto Others...

Bastards in my ears again, screaming Yelling at children on the playground They were only “double-dutching” Who are They, Where, How? His voice is that of a seaman, or captain Has to be loud, boisterous over the waves I can hear it in the children’s voices That he has done this before Voice paints pictures, huddled up in a room With the jump rope in two He swings till his arm gives way, this angers him And he switches hands, screams paint the picture Fourteen years later there are no children around Playground is empty as is the room They grew up to make it, vicious They folded right in two