In this moment of childhood jeer
gathered forces plunder my ear.
You pull and mock my tattered wear
crafting pain, that my heart could not bear.
Wilted knees and downward face
hopes of release, I simply can’t erase.
Trotting pace to pass the masses
angst deeply rooted, as you cluster like asses.
Pushing and shoving remains the norm
creating fitful notion, you will not adorn.
Brighter I become like a luminous star
indulgent of your tactics, as I plan your mar.
Years pass with a might
as age and gain become your fight.
Watching your future despair
a bountiful hope is mine to mirror.