HatredA Poem by Friday JuniorIt's not love!
Hurt the kid!
He's a pain to his parents If they only knew what he went through The hatred that was inherent A drunken father Drowning in his misery He can bring forth a family And desert them equivalently So he left to fight in the war He loved no more Vengeance was his only score And family wasn't there anymore So fight to kill Find adrenaline and thrill Fight to kill Find that inner adrenaline fill... He died in the field Without a friend He died with a seal It was his end So fight to kill Find adrenaline and thrill Fight to kill Find that inner adrenaline fill... © 2016 Friday Junior |
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Added on December 13, 2016 Last Updated on December 13, 2016 AuthorFriday JuniorSudbury, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy name is FridayJunior and I have written poetry, lyrics and orchestrated small time musical endeavors for 33 years. I work with guitar, vocals, piano and music as a Sound Propagation Technician. I g.. more..Writing
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