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He was born in a family already torn apart;
raised in dysfunction right from the start.
In school he was angry, he spoke with a fist
A stain on society, did his teachers insist.
Why did no one consider, behind the hate and intimidation,
was a frightened little boy, lost in frustration?
He had no identity except through his rage
no knowledge of his past, trapped in a cage.
At fifteen he lost his first chance to grow
with every punch he was expected to throw.
Was expelled from school for something not done.
The only lesson learned; look after number one.
No understanding or compassion for the boy who was lost,
They were rid of their problem child, regardless of cost.
With no education and left on his own,
He became a labourer, worked his fingers to the bone.
A year of hard work and he’d paid his due,
He headed for London, his dream to pursue.
Three years later and he’d lost sight of his plan,
He’d made a huge error in becoming a man.
He’d grown so much, learned to love and adore,
He’d raised two children but was still pushed for more.
Not only a man who showed great dedication,
But with the world on his shoulders; a great expectation.
A man given nothing by those that should,
And yet they were willing to take all that they could.
Why is it that when a man steps into the light,
That people whittle him back down, right out of sight?
They take from those who are willing to give,
And return nothing at all, not even a chance to live.
They snatch and beg and take all they can,
Until all was left was the shell of a man.
Shown nothing in life except others greed,
Who turn their backs when they had what they need.
So what did he do from the way…
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