Di-Vorce (The Voice)

Once purnished for sin like laughing
Hatred pryed his soul to a coffin
His model for life is a broken man
Couldn't even stand the war he began

Look into the eyes of a child
See potentials in need of a guild
Unloose the noose around his dreams
And watch destiny walk the hall with gleams

Look at a child, A product of divorce
Handed to a grandmother too tried to give voice,
An aunt who is weak and unstable,
An uncle that hates christian and the bible

The voice of divorce is a haunting cry
Of a shattered woman with swollen eye
Who once shared a roof with a drunk
That cuss and staggers like a duck

The boy's mind thwarted by the things he hears
Being born to this family just isn't fair
Look at an orphan divorce did create
And you'll see a boy who would grow up to hate

© Bencazu, 2020