Childhood

                                                                                                                                                               
                                       
                                                                                                   
                                       
                                                                                                   
                                       
                                                                     
         
Childhood



They say they will,
But they never learn.
They continue to lock horns without concern,
Then the anger drips out
But the cup refills.
Then it gets released again at their will.



Older now, the fights seem to stop
At home, but outside they are not.
Be warned, they are armed with sticks
As tharp as thorns.
A boy, on the floor
Pitfully forlorn.
Holes, in his body
Made without mercy.
The siren sounds,
'another one's been found.'



A little older,
Ever the more bolder.
Quit school at 16
Sick if that infernal machine
Got that covid-19 vaccine.
All for nothing.
Schoo, taught you nothing,
You didn't pay attention.
That damned vaccine made you sick.
And you think to yourself
Whats the point?