A child at the age of five learns to love,
His love is unmatched but any other.
Like anyone, he can tell time,
Joy for him comes after school;
3:00pm brings him euphoria,
He counts the moments until his passion is met.
Such passion, so wrongfully accused;
A child at the age of seven learns to hate,
His bitterness is unmatched by any other.
Like anyone, he knows how to kill;
Joy for him sprouts from his torment;
3:00pm brings him death,
He thrives with blood on his hands.
5 comments:
nice poem friend, good imagery, love your work have a good day :)
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Very interesting poem. I'm curious as to what the inspiration behind this one was. This poem lets me imagine a young child being forced in to some form of regime and forced to fight for that regime. Lovely work.
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Haha well what originally inspired it was:
when I was a kid I witnessed an older boy physically beating the dog of a younger boy. The memory has always stayed with me; I have always tried to ponder what made the older boy do such a thing
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