No one's listening to the cries
No one's answering all the whys
A baby, growing up in hate
Sex and violence, Satan's bait
A father looks the other way
"Hey, he'll be okay someday"
Turn on the TV, close the door
Turn off minds, can't deal with more
A mother thinks her job is done
Out the door to have some fun
She screams at her sons violent ways
He walks away in a silent daze
Looked at with the eyes of shame
Point the finger, shake the blame
Cuts like a knife with words and looks
Carries a gun along with books
A father asks what he did wrong
Once again, the same old song
"Then never mind, I've got to go"
"I've got no time, don't even want to know
His child screams inside with pain
He should have known, always the same
No one's listening to the cries
No one's answering all the whys;
Except
Jesus
This poem was a finalist in the
March 2014 poetry contest