Warnings: Child abuse
The boy did not know what to think,
Knew even less what he should say
To explain how marks appeared
Upon his body every day
People'd stare and ask of course
But how could he explain his fright?
How could he say how he hurt
When the bad came every night?
So when one day he learned of wolves
And how they hurt small helpless boys
He knew at last what he should do,
Quite joyfully he made much noise
Yet people frowned and yelled at him
They told him that he should not lie
Although each night the wolf came round
They did not listen to his cry
So when you hear a boy cry wolf,
But do not see a beast in view,
Remember what children don't know—
That people can be monsters too
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
