He was always
such a happy child.
He took his beatings
with a smile,
and grew to be a man,
who uses no excuse,
like the “child abuse”,
convenient crutch it be,
to avoid ownership
of one's own actions.
So, what have we gleaned,
from this shining example,
I ask of thee?
You can plant a rose,
in a garden of violence,
but still a rose,
it will be.
See this rose,
this me,
fragrant
and red,
and blue,
from Mars,
though Venus
be my home,
from which
I dare not
"Rome",
though build
in but a day.
