Toy Soldiers
Toy Soldiers
Four tiny men who did survive
Held onto one another staying alive
At night the door would open, and the giant shadow appeared
Night beatings were something all four came to fear
Their mother was passed out drunk in her bed
She had visited her friend Jack Daniel's instead
She was the toy soldiers mother, an alcoholic one
Who slept with the abusive lover for entertainment and fun.
He made the toy soldiers fear for their life.
Under their pillows for protection, one had hidden a knife
Night after night, sometimes for weeks
They stood at attention, deprived of sleep
The plan was to attack the shadow each one agreed
But when the shadow appeared, there was a stampede
They hid undercover some hid under their beds
The others pulled blankets up over their heads
Enough is enough, one of them said
We're tired of hiding under our beds
Toy soldiers should be playing as other kids do
Why should we have to listen to you
No protection for the troops from a stone drunk mother
Who kept control of the soldiers with her sadistic lover
When weeks turned to months, it became pretty clear
What had happened to the mother, few loved so dear
As the toy soldiers grew older into young men
They found out their mother reached a dead end
Someone told them she had died
Only one toy soldier began to cry
These toy soldiers are not as close as they used to be
One soldier has died, unfortunately
A childhood story no one wants to see
One of those toy soldiers just happened to be me.
Lpickard
Copyright © William Pickard | Year Posted 2021
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