He sat to reminisce
No brother to hold
No food to eat
No clothes that fits
No books to read
his future cloudy
Soon he jumps
Into the arm the hawk
Strict bully
Whips of an oppressor
Entrapped in a deceptive boot
Diminished emotions
faded esteem
Callous smiles
With companion arrivals
The trigger becomes his friends
In evil he soars
The alarm blew
In dire needs for survival
He knocks on your door
Your world insecure
The trigger he pulls
And a peaceful sleep disturbed
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