THE CHILD

In the eyes of the man you can see the angry child, uncertain when his life will cease to be.

In the face of the man you can see the angry child, belligerent, unyielding, laughing, and spitting on the world.

In the soul of the man you can see the angry child, searching for a home and family that will never be.

In the hands of the man you can see the angry child, with balled and bloody fists fighting for his name and place.

In the body of the man you can see the angry child, trying to be a man, persevering to be a man, battling to be a man.