Like a child looks at its parents
As a chess piece on the boardBy the hand of the player
Neatly manipulated
Just as a child regards the parent
Who abuses it in the struggleFor dominance in the marriage
Deadly hurt
How a child gazes at the betrayal
Of the reliance back and forthAngry, silent and subdued
Unprotected against tears
Like a child looks at its parents
Who dress it in dynamiteFor glory of their pride
He stands bare in front of you
Just as this child looks at those children
With sorrow and with compassionFull of recognition of their pain
I await them all at his feet
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