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At The Hands Of The Untoward
How much my heart breaks for you
A victim straight out of the womb
Life dealt you a horrendous hand
One of abuse and doom
A little boy abused from two years old
Rejected …. given to another
Brutalised , lied to, blamed
A life of abuse you continued to suffer
Now an older man
Soft hearted and kind
Suffering badly from PTSD
A fragile, troubled mind
Alone with your beloved dog
Surrounded by your hoard
Doing the best you can
Damaged at the hands of the untoward
I am glad you call me your friend
We laugh and chat for hours
Though l am shocked and saddened by your life story
At the hands of despicable evil cowards
Copyright ©
Deb M
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