A fire crackles and pops,

Hissing unheard evils to the air.

A mocking that issues forth slander,

Degrading the innocent observer.

Another thing to make them feel useless.

A verbal whip salivates in its' deeds,

Smirking as its' face is made up.

Like a paintbrush working on a canvas,

It paints a horrendous design where directed.

The cries of the canvas go unheard.

A kind word from a stranger,

Shows more love than close family.

A father whoshould've been a protector,

The original source of the most grief.

Why did father love...