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?