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Evie Hammond Jul 2015
Are you sorry for things you've done?
For the violent attacks on your little son?
"It'll make you a man" that's what you said
As you kicked him and beat him around the head?
Or do you still think that it's ok
To treat your family that way?
More secrets hidden over years gone by?
Will you truly repent before you die?
Well, forgiveness to you isn't mine to give
After all your crimes do you really want to live
With the consequences of what you've done?
You blame it on trauma from carrying a gun?
But you beat your wife and you beat your kid
There's just no excuse for what you did
You hide behind your public face
Little man, you're a disgrace
You thought that this was buried in the past
But karma's a ***** and she's catching you fast
For the people you pretend to have been your brothers
Here's the kicker pal, some of us are mothers
Here comes the reckoning for what you've done
For the torture you visited upon your son
So don't blame the job for what you did
Newsflash - a warrior doesn't hit kids!
Abusers hide behind all kinds of excuses for their violence but there's really no excuse. Applies equally to men and women. Apologies to anyone this may resonate with a little too much
  Jul 2015 Evie Hammond
Apollyon
the raptor's talons,
dulled by time's merciless march
to dissolution
  Jul 2015 Evie Hammond
GaryFairy
When johnny comes marching home from war
johnny isnt johnny anymore
too many images have been absorbed
and johnny isnt johnny anymore

what happened to the soldier so strong?
i'm telling you, something is wrong

they go over there and take away life
then come back home and **** their wife
with no war thats left to fight
and they dont know that ****** isnt right

when a battlefield is the only place you belong
i'm telling you, something is wrong
Evie Hammond Jul 2015
Mother my mouth is full of stars
My eyes are growing dim
Forget-me-not
My time is short
Grieve not my passing pain
Remember just the happy times
When as I child I stood
Beside you as you sang to me
Or spoke or taught or soothed
Though truly I'd give anything
To hear your voice once more
This vicious war tore me away
To die far from home shores
Remember me in little things
Still talk to me each day
How truly do I really wish
I'd never gone away
But go I did. I had no choice
Just like so many others
And just like me their dying wish
To be back with their mothers
For my friends.  Too many. And for their mothers
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