A story of a man enraged |
DON’T HIT ME ANYMORE With hammer and chisel, working on the trailer, that he pulled behind his car The man stopped, and listened to a noise, coming from not so very far He had heard a thump following, the sound of breaking glass Then the loud voice of a man say, “I told you to cut the grass” Never mind the broken dishes, is what the man said Your mother will clean that up, you go straight to bed May I please eat something? A young boy made this plea Came the sound of tearing cloth, with words, “you will mind me” Now it could all be seen, through the old porch door It was just a little boy, who cried, please don’t hit me anymore The man had paused to listen, when next he heard the slap A storm was raging in his mind, like a mighty thunderclap His right hand still held the hammer, as he vaulted his back fence Determined to stop this lunatic, who wasn’t making any sense He used the hammer, to pound upon the door As again he heard the words, please don’t hit me anymore Finally an answer, the man stayed behind his wife Staring at the hammer, maybe fearing for his life Speaking very softly, before the man could say a word The frightened man was listening, and this is what he heard If you have the urge to beat someone, your sure you are that wild Then step out and try me, but do not beat the child Then he threw the hammer, into his own backyard When he turned his head, you could see his face was scarred The child beater ran away, didn’t want to test his luck Never did come back again, was killed by a garbage truck He who heard, and helped, a child that way Although a much older man, would do the same today Monty |