His way

they  sat there  

in silence helpless,heartless, broken,lost

he would scream, they would hide

it was a horrid game of hide and seek

“Run!” the little ones cried out

“Please stop!” the older woman would yell

rampage a lost soul captured by corruption

violence takes over the successful mind

“You don’t have to do this”

the trembling voice called

a black eye given for the advice

a busted lip for speaking out of turn

she sat there crying on the floor

blood hitting the surface of the carpet

a heavy duty clean up job at the end of the day

it was hers to clean

making clear

shouting and striking everything in anger

things must go his way

things will always go his way

no one is there

no one ever responds

this continues never to end

they dont care

this phase is on going

their  hope gone

faith broken

no sleep they can’t bare it

its too much paradise to not have his ways in their dreams

there to far gone brainwashed

his way always true

his way we follow thru