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Papa

by LostBlueBoy

Oh Papa, perish the invading Persian armies. Oh Papa, do or die at the D-day. Oh Papa, fight the foreign forces at the front lines. Oh Papa, go face your turbulent trials in the trenches. Oh Papa, come back in one piece from the Pearl Harbour. But Papa, why did you scare your own son into submission? But Papa, why did you beat your own blood till he bled out? But Papa, why did you scar your own son into suicide? Your own son, the sun of your life. But then Papa, why did you suppress your sun into the sunset? But then Papa, why did you bury your sun in the horizon beach? Johny Johny. Yes Papa? Did you disobey me? No Papa. Are you lying? No Papa. Turn your back. Ah ah ah.
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Written by
LostBlueBoy
17 / M
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Written by
LostBlueBoy
17 / M
Published
Jan 31, 2020
Time
2m
Notes

This was my first poem. This poem is about a child who knows that his papa is fighting the odds to survive and provide for his family but is confused and wonders why then, the papa turns around and does horrible things to him.

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#abuse#childhood#war#dad#lullaby#short#parent#ww2#struggle#baby
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