THE child sits naked and beat, <br />by a man who calls himself the <br />king, how sad the fat king thinks, <br />not even jesus will dry those tears, <br />not even jesus. <br />THE child hits his teens, he doesnt <br />know it yet, but one day he will <br />put a bullet in this fat kings head. <br />just one. <br />HIS mother is dieing of the big C, <br />the kid sees every thing that death <br />offers, still his mom is better off <br />dead, for theres a war in this place, <br />and the fat king is about to go <br />down.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-bad-dream-895/
