The pain we suffered I thought was buried deep.
But it's raised it's ugly head again when awake and
When we sleep.
There names and the beatings with bat paddle and stick
The inhumane circuit training that made us physically sick
We had to cry at night into the pillow on our bed
Being careful not to cry to loud because of the punishment
We would dread
But it was not just me he did it to us All.
Punched kicked and humiliation and his game of murdered ball
The years have passed we are all older and justice has
Prevailed
Let's hope you have time to think now you have been jailed.
Categories:
devaney, judgement,
Form: Free verse