Born for Raising Hell!

He’d always been a schoolyard bully,

You want to know the truth,

He picked on those too young and silly

To stand up to the youth,

He’d ducked the boys in the village pond

And he hurt the girls as well,

And had a tattoo on his chest,

‘Born for Raising Hell!’

 

He didn’t learn, he was much too dumb,

He didn’t see the need,

He couldn’t tackle a simple sum

Or spell, or write or read,

But he thought the world had owed him some

So he took it, when he could,

And robbed his innocent victims by

Wearing the coward’s hood.

 

The police would carry him into court

And the judge would let him go,

‘He’s had a difficult childhood, so

We must be fair, you know!’

And he would laugh when he got outside

And steal the nearest car,

He thought that he was invincible,

Some sort of rising star.

 

He’d hang with others as dumb as him

Who lived by a borrowed creed,

Adopt a type of a uniform

By growing an ugly beard,

They’d take the gifts of the welfare state

And would swear to tear it down,

‘The time will come that we change the laws

When our army comes to town!’

 

He tamed a silly, submissive girl

And he beat her black and blue,

Then made her cover from head to foot

So her bruises didn’t show,

He taught her to be subservient

To fulfil his every need,

And quoted God, with an iron rod

‘‘Obey’ shall be your creed!’

 

He went to fight in a foreign war

And at first they held their ground,

They slaughtered populations to

Strike fear, in every town,

But a barbarous army like their own

Appeared, and refused to yield,

And he was taken a prisoner

Out there, in a foreign field.

 

He thought he was going to lose his head

As he’d taken heads, before,

But they were a little more barbarous

In the way that they fought the war,

‘We’re sending you back to meet your friends,

But you won’t have time to yell…’

Then strapped him onto a missile,

‘There you go… Go Raising Hell!’

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Mary]

You are the master storyteller, David, and this poem once again attests to your talent. I can almost hear the Charlie Daniels band in the background as I read(aloud of course) this poem. what goes round... sometimes gets written about! Most excellent!

[Penny]

The story of success and tales of improvement are quoted by everyone but no one never wants to know what idms the way of life for a failure. And you, in this poem have described exactly that. As usual the rhythm and glow stole my heart. Hats off sir

[angelina]

Wow. It felt life a poem about karma and the self-fulfilling prophecy with a large dose of irony. Jeezums. Your poems bring the subject you write about to life. I think you've made me a fan!

[Gee]

Yep,another fine read."so of her bruises no one knew",could this work in place of the line written.I apologise if you think I'm getting ideas above my station.

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Very good write, and that ending, classic. That's one way to learn to stop raising hell i'd say, the sooner most learn this the better. For them and the world, great poem.

oh wow! I really liked this one.. It carried me through right with your character and I even broke out in cold sweat as they strapped the missile on.

[Richard Layne]

Hilarious. It flows well and ends perfectly. There's always a bigger bully somewhere

[Kasey Miriam]

Here you told a story with a poem in a very graceful manner. I tip my hat to you because this is wonderful!

[Mélania Woolf]

What a beautiful story! Everything is perfect, the rhymes, the pictures ...
I am truly thankful that you shared it here.
It was a pleasure!

[Sheila Marie Carr]

Very unique...I loved the fact of being captivated by this piece as I waited in anticipation for each verse. Great job! Well done.

[Vani Jalagar]

"Born for Raising Hell".....thank you for sharing sir..One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.