This tale hails from the land of the rising sun.
The place where the eyes of the world see a red circle that symbolizes a dawn of a new day and the white surrounding it personifying peace.
About 200 miles from the place where one of mankind’s worst crimes
Dropped from the sky and destroyed thousands of lives in simply an instant….
There in that place lived a boy.
A boy whose innocence rest in the hand of two monsters
Whose consciences has been shot by “the difficult economy”
And “inner family turmoil”.
According to the experts this child
Was punished solely for the problems of a nation.
His form of punishment?
Fishing rod coming down at full force onto tender flesh
Tearing the skin into ribbons allowing blood to escape from his
Tiny form and fall freely on to the kitchen floor.
Any cry that would escape past his lips would be
Met with cigarette being pressed on to his pale skin
Branding him for life as something a less than human
but something that’s a little more than a dog.
His life was so meaningless to these people
That he was locked in to a room
Like a broken doll that no one wished to play with.
His angst cries touched no heart
Because no one was willing to listen.
His whimpers inspired no tears for no
Remorse lived in the hearts of those
Then finally the boy fell silent.
This story hails from the land of the free and the home of the brave.
The place where Plymouth rock tends to land on people. The very land
In which freedom rings.
In this land in which
Laws are suppose to suppress evil
Lived to two children who could say otherwise.
Their dad was a drunk and their a mother
They constantly paid for her sins of infidelity
As their father wrath rained down upon them
In the form of drunken fist and glass bottles.
He said they had her shifty eyes.
So every imaginary crime was
Meant was swift punishment
That marred the skin but more importantly
Stabbed the soul.
They couldn’t tell anyone.
The adults around them called them liars
And they knew the horror
Of attempting to escape their fate.
But they continue to try
Because they knew deep in their
Hearts this was not the only thing that life had to offer.
So again they tried
Because happily ever after
Was just one nice person
Away from coming true.
And when they were
Taken away from
Satan’s clutch and
Within an angels embrace
They knew that the
Silence that eats at your heart
And chains your soul
It can be shattered with
One cry for help
And one swift kick of courage.