One So Young:

Watching from the back,

listening for the sounds

Such degrading behavior,

and towards one so young

Silently, I bear their pain

Their tormented cries scorch my soul

How much more must I endure?

The muffled minds and the one that scorns

When they are old,

what will they remember from here?

Will they recall the anger?

Or my quaking soul, screeching for it to all stop?