LITTLE BOY

I laugh at the little boy
Pulled, kicked, mocked, a step mother
His cries her joys,
His dark spotted pain,
Cheeks dripping with frozen tears

I laugh at the little boy
Hungry, tired and helpless
She does this to him
Perhaps she holds tomorrow
Blameless and wise she is

I laugh at the little boy
Struggling through unseen thorns
Then i cry for her
For his blood is upon her head.