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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The story is about a boy and his dad, The father struck the boy every time he was bad. It started when he was five, he was your average child, His father screamed at him, to take away his smile. The did not have friends, no sisters and no brothers, His father first hit him, when he lost his mother. You would know how he felt, if you saw his welts, His father meant business, when he took off his belt. The boy always dreamed, he could escape someday, But when he looked at his father, he only saw one way. The father would get drunk, play with his gun, Then load the pistol, and aim it at his son. Then take away his toys, hit him in the face, Leave the place and disappear without a trace. The father needed sympathy, so the child was used, He thought of his mother, every time he was abused. Then daddy would hug him, which made him feel confused, He thought if daddy really loves me, then why am I bruised. Seven years passed by, the father started to feel shame, The boy got in trouble, the father knew he was to blame. He knew he was responsible for all the boys pain, So he quit his violent ways, he tried to make a change. The boy was now twelve, he had few friends, He was getting into things, his father could not comprehend. The boy used drugs and alcohol to mend his broken heart, He was only happy when he and his father were apart. The father prayed, he could take his boys pain away, He knew that eventually , the child was going to stray. He tried everything in his power , to get the boy some help, He could not help but feel , that he did it to himself.. The boy cared about nothing, he was always depressed, His past was the reason, he was so stressed. The father gave up, felt he had tried his best, Then one night as he slept, the boy shot him in the chest. So remember the next time, you go to raise a fist, Things can come back to haunt you, karma does exist.
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