Sing Him a Lullaby (Part 1)
...the transcription of a dream.
A youngster, eight years old,
doesn't even have a name,
lives in the wild woods.
Cruel to animals, he kicks
dogs and burns birds and insects.
Filthy with neglect he lives alone,
nobody can get near him.
His family are transients
with no reason for refinement,
violence in their nature and
hatred in their eyes. They rape
their sons and daughters and
beat them senseless if they ever
cry or answer back.
From this ugly, hateful mess
he was kicked out just like a jackal
with an appetite
for cruelty and destruction, consumed
with fear and anger just dying to get out.
He was blamed for every beating,
broken windows, broken bones,
so he never showed his face.
He didn't beat up on those kids, he
just warned them to stay away.
He had one passion, one glimmer
of affection for a old pig name of Arnie.
Arnie made him feel a strange contentment,
and his rage just disappeared. He could talk
to the pig and the pig would listen.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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