(submitted to the SMHAF Ayrshire, poetry competition 2019)
Some weans are born into misery.
Subjected to an absence of empathy.
The subject of parental substance abuse,
Battered mothers, sisters, and brothers,
familiar with the taste of their fathers cum
Life’s undone.
Feared into secrecy and lies, terrorized.
Tortured by guilt, and shame, and blame.
Society cursed.
Stigmatized, by psychiatric labels
Self-harmer. Filed, Society’s child,
With little perspective…
Some weans are born into war and destruction
People unhinged, and insane with corruption
War crimes, sex crimes, In the royal households.
The free press is silenced, the stories untold.
Government’s shame, for a tank of black gold,
economic collapse, as some nations fold.
All weans are born without hate or shame
For society’s children, it is society to blame
A reflected chaos, created by history
An epidemic of misery, society’s legacy.
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