He said, “Stand up”
After knocking him down
“Boy look me in the eye”
Afraid to make any sound
He knew better than to cry
“You best respect me
And be grateful too
For all I’ve ever done”
The hollow words echoed
In the ears of a beaten son
He watched as siblings
Found their way
With the help of a doting dad
And yet he knew
The times would come
He’d feel the wrath of things gone bad
He then grew into his own one day
And he caught his father’s fist
The anger swelled and broadened
But dad was too weak to resist
The boy now man
Struck a blow
To the man at whose table he sat
The father staggered
And shouted out
“I raised you better than that”
The boy now man
Stood his ground
And said, “You’re reaping what you sowed
You raised me up in fearfulness
But I’d like us to live in hope”
But the father pushed back
And hated this son
For what he showed him to be
He refused to listen
And find a way
For both to live strong and free
The family bonds were fraying
For lack of empathy’s ear
And on bended knee the son would dream
Of a life free of struggle and fear