His Side

His Side

A Poem by justjenn_2u

 

 

 

 

The father would lead the boy to a farm

To observe the roosters as they do harm

 

The stupefied roosters, with metal spurs so sharp

Battled each other, as grown men sounded a harp

 

His father and allies would devour much beer

For close of the day stirred new tastes of fear

 

The lad and his friend would venture out of sight

To escape the fathers demand for a desired fight

 

Two children who couldn’t envision the reason

For result of inebriant had changed the season

 

Gentle souls with spirits so loving and carefree

Forced to pounce one another under an oak tree

 

As wounded coons surrounded by battalion of hounds

Two boys hurt each other on God’s inviolable grounds

 

Mother would find one small boy with swollen lip

Wipe his blood off then send him back to the whip

 

Now with the thought of childhood’s precious time

A full grown man sits lamenting his unnatural crime

© 2011 justjenn_2u


Author's Note

justjenn_2u
Many people suffer pain and trauma growing up. Some use it as a reason to hurt others. I am empathetic for this man, but he never should have used this as a reason........

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A powerful piece of writing. Your words show the violence of so childrens upbringing by there parents, does this mean when the child grow into adult how he is doomed to repeat this process? I dont have the answers, all I know is this is very powerful topic to be writting about. A hard subject but I think you did well!

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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I like this piece and what it implies.
It shows a dominoe effect in human nature, that even thought the effect may have good consequences. It may also result in negative ones. Parents learn from their parents, both of whom effect the children. The children grow up and continue the lessons learned, even though they are negative and even scary things.

This tale implies a broken learning systems. The youth don't question the elders, they mearly accept the lessons at face value and believe them to be honest and true. One can point fingers at the school systems, and the TV and Big screen. When it all comes down to it though, the only way the vicious cycle ends is when the young choose to look for the truth in better more wholesome places. In time if many were to do so, we would see this type of thing slowly fade away.

Thanks for writing this Jenn!
It brings something of importance for people to ponder over. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

As always your work brings clarity to words. I could see the enactment as it drew to a close and when I read your comments I had decided to condole, that if you say you feel for him you must also say that solving this is next to impossible. For no matter what the child does from then on it will be damned unless someone tells about it. Again scares are so brutal on the innocence that we carve them to our doom. I love your writings.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..

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