Bad Wakings

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The child screams

he is two

has seen his mother beaten

father stabbed

in disagreeements

between the two

money and power

are prevalent

for what they're worth

cheap thrills in dull lives

the babies face is pale

(you know...has a knowing look)

no one is innocent

we're all to blame

the child screams

I hear my name

etched on a mind

that has no memory

carved on a heart

free from a soul

will he dance?

will he fly?

will he sing?

will he ever try?

hatred...keeps us apart

love...keeps us alone

the crack head

tells the mother

the child

needs counselling

deep laughter

shakes the night