Sometimes,
there is nothing more destructive
than a woman's voice
and a man's fist
to a child's scream

You have not taught them
how to speak
so they just scream

What all they know
is the mirror
that shows black eyes
and the sadness in their hearts

What all you've taught them
is the face
that shows evil demons
and the madness in your tongue

You must teach them
the beautiful flowers
that smell like heaven
and the window panes
that lead to unknown worlds

Or they will become
the monster you are
because, sometimes
there is nothing more vicious
than the anger of mouths
and the blood of faces

That is all they know