Chain Reaction

Every Monday morn,
With a fury in his eyes,
He goes straight for Tommy;
A demon in disguise.

A slam into the sink,
A punch straight to his head,
But Richie never thought,
Tommy would end up dead.

The usual beating happened
Not a bit out of place,
But there lies Tommy now
As blood runs down his face.

Poor little Tommy boy,
Why he was only twelve.
How could that bastard Richie?
But never did they delve.

For if they had,
Then just maybe,
The full story ,
Is what we’d see.

Every weekday night,
With a fury in his eyes,
He goes straight for Richie;
A demon in disguise.

A belt to the back,
A punch straight to his head,
Mikey never gave a thought,
To how his Richie bled.

The beatings became usual,
Not a bit out of place,
And there lies Richie now
With cold and stony face.

Poor little Richie boy,
How dare he beat his son!
How could that bastard Mikey?
Don’t you think we’re done.

Every single day,
With a fury in their eyes,
They’d go straight for Mikey;
What demons in disguise.

A verbal jab here,
A “gentle” shove there,
They never gave a single thought,
They never gave a care.

These comments, they were usual
Not a bit out of place,
But they dug into Mikey’s mind
And slowly morphed his face.

His frustration turned to anger,
So filled with it was he,
And then he saw his only son,
How much better could it be?

The hate just travels on my friends,
It furiously flies,
Traveling through all of us
As it multiplies.