Of Agony And Hope

The Stab

Put your shoes on, little son.
Follow me and carefully listen.
When I was your age I owned a gun.
Stop this faggot smile of yours.
Time for you to be a man.

He threw him a knife as sharp as his innocence.
The little boy snuck it inside his pants.
Out in the woods, and the man with a riffle,
The sun was up, so were the birds' chants.

Papa, what are we doing here?
We left our car; oh! Is that a deer?
So little, is she lost from her mother?
Papa, why are you pointing the gun at her?
Papa, no, please she didn't do anything.

The man aimed and took the shot.
The boy stood silent in shock.
The clouds waved and covered the sun.
The tweets failed to carry on.

Hurry up now, it's going to rain.
Get your knife out, it's still in pain.
Look at the eyes, so full of fear.
End its misery, stab it here.
What the fuck! You better hold that tear!

The boy had his heart aching.
He ran off with hands shaking.
Back at home as the man came,
Carrying deer, and throwing his son with shame.

How, I thought you'd make me proud!
Why, you failed, and let me down!
Now you listen and make no sound.
You spoiled little brat, you need discipline.
Take that shirt off, and turn around.

The boy was docile, he did as told.
The man had a needle and a box of matches.
The boy's skin had words made of burn;
Lazy, Faggot, Disrespectful, Girl, Idiot, Worthless.

If you scream this time I will cut your tongue.
Stand still, and it won't take long.
Spell each letter with me, little boy.
That's for your sake; you see your wrong?
Life is about being strong.

The man painted on the kid's back.
C, and the boy spelled it back.
O, W, the boy barely felt anything anymore.
A, R, D, he clenched his hands in pain;

Coward. 
Papa, I am sorry.
Not going to do it again, no worry.
Next time I will kill the deer.
I will shoot her, stab her, and watch her fear.

And at night as the man slept,
The boy stood before him and wept,
With the sharp knife in his hand,
But like every night, he wouldn't stab.