The Evil Ones

They had the privilege of giving  you life

And not so you can use your knife

They were given a beautiful gift

But their minds were adrift

They were really evil

Their minds were primeval

They were scum

And they were your dad and mum

They didn’t deserve you

Their hearts are full of goo

Those dreadful child beaters

Those evil cheaters

They are to blame

For all your pain

Why couldn’t they abstain?

They are at the bottom of the food chain

You are a beautiful son

And look at the damage that they have done

They are child abusers

They are the losers

They lost you

And that is true

With each hit

And the anger they would transmit

And with each thump

And each knock and bump

They slowly tried to destroy your soul

With their heartless control

With each bad word

And everything you heard

With each bad name you were called

The damage was installed

It was never your fault

It was them and their assault

They are to blame

Their anger was always inflamed

They both had a cold heart

Their anger they would impart

You are not getting in the way

Not now or any other day

But I do understand your fear

One day they will pay for their crime

But karma will take its time

But it will be done

There is nowhere they can run

Karma is going to get them!!!

Reviews

[Dalebear]

I was their victim of abuse, and to me I am not their son I was a child thats all nothing more to them. Child beaters and child abusers will sometimes get caught and sometimes not the reason they did because the day I ran out the house it was now or never or it could happen totally different I would be another child on the list like Baby P r.i.p baby P. we have to do what we gotta do and always follow your heart because if we do then we our doing the right thing. Your poems to my Biological parents are so strongly written and impact well and one day he will eat our words and rot in hell because that where he belongs and always will be. writing about them burns and rips my heart and soul because how much I want to forget them they are always in my mind and thoughts and dreams. A mind never forgets I love you and thanking for wanting a battered warrior

Lots of love

DALEBEAR