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...