The Child
Look at him
So pure
Newly born
Look at him
So sweet
Soft and tender skin
Look at him
So happy
Ever smiling doth he walk
Look at him
So big
Never do the small stay small
Look at him
So scared
Masters’ slave is he now.
The Slave
Crack! Slash! Snap! Crack!
The sound.
The sound of the whip.
The pain.
The pain of the wounds.
No! Stop! Please! I beg!
The tears.
The tears of innocence.
The guilt.
The guilt of disobedience.
