This takes place back then, when nursery rhymes

Taught premature life-lessons, derived from the times

And branching off of the lectures, I think it's time to unveil

My own version of the classic, a ghetto nursery tale...

So there's a story that's told about a boy who cried wolf

He scared the villagers, the campers, the kids and adults

He worried the masses, creating illusions of fear

And with his lies, wounded the trust of those near and dear...

Well he thought it was funny, to see the public alarm

So he continued his cries, oblivious to the harm

Yet each time that he chanted, pleaded, and cried

The people grew weary, and tired of lies...

Then one day, after countless times of pleading

A real wolf comes around, no more misleading

Snarling and hungry, primed and ready for eating

And when the boy cried out, there was no one believing...

The wolf got it's goods, and ate all that came

And when it's path was crossed the result was the same

If the boy would have known that trust isn't a game

Then maybe just maybe there wouldn't be pain...

Well...now for my story, though the last one is good

It's a little outdated for those in the hood

And not to be confused or misunderstood

A new age tale would fit...well it should...

You see, the boy in this story knew the power of trust

But what's more, he also knew the devastation of lust

Envy and greed, and the emotional toil they contain

Powerful enough to make vows before GOD rearrange

From ages of youth, infantile, he saw both mom and dad

In happier times, basking in the love that they had

Or at least shown, because the truth behind doors just won't

He never knew that he'd be the one crying out "Don't..."

Some time passes, and as all things change so does the vibe

Different people start popping up, keeping feelings inside

And just down low, because know one can see what is real

The parents are growing apart, adultry's part of the deal...

So the boy asks himself, "Pops who's this girl in the house?"

"And how come every time she comes around, I got to get out?"

"And hey mom, you're spending so much time with that guy..."

Meanwhile he's being raised up in the streets, wondering why...

And back at home, things start to take a shift for the worst

Domestic violence ensues, eachday more dramatic than the first

No other choice available but to bring the problems to heart

And wonder if the joint of their seed caused this devious spark...

"What could be happening? Why? Somebody show me the end...

It wasn't always like this I know it, but it's becoming a trend...

So many days, weeks, months that turn into years

The disruption in this family giving reason for tears..."

And then it happens.

That rainy night, that the boy would love to forget...

When his own wolf shows up, reminder of a scene he'd regret...

And feel helpless in regards for the rest of his life...

Because what happens next, eternal. Far removed from trite.

He remembers it vividly, backseat of the whip for him

With pops seat in the front empty, and the man stomping in tims

Through the rain, heart broken devastated, demorilized with pain

A choice given to the boy, "You can leave or stay..."

But to leave would mean to go out into the storm with the man

And leave the sense of confort that the female had planned

At the time already dry in the whip, toasty and warm

All the while five inches away, emotional holocaust reborn

The man begs, pleads and cries, cause he just wants his kids

But he's not in the state of mind to provide, doesn't show what it is

That he needs to perform, to step up and create a place to exist

And even though times have been tough, they've been no rougher than this

So the boy has a choice, he can either stay or can leave

But he has to choose soon because as each second proceeds

The thief of time watches, and now the woman grabs hold of her keys

It's now or never...never...the boy just sits back in his seat...

And watches behind glass, his future fade past

His father turned into a shell, and from there just get smashed

Emotional...physical, throw in mental as well...

Stripped from his seeds, his blood missing, obvious to tell

And from there the story begins again, only this time with pain

And no matter what the situation, where there's sadness there's rain

A darkness in the boys heart, a chunk missing, love just not recieved...

The tale of the boy who cried..."Daddy, don't leave..."

Yet another killer!
one of the ones that have to be heard from the poets lips to feel the full force of its power,depth and meaning?
thumbs-up from england man!

this scene plays out far too often.

great job laying it out and then following through with its end.

Wow, very well done.

job well done about an all to common occurence.

If they start doing video posts on here, I'll definitely start plugging away at that!

That's the only way to really do it. Thanks for the kudos and support!

Miss Consonant coming through once again. Thank you!

True, so true, all the more reason to make sure it's addressed, you know?