William Pickard Poet Rhyme

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

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