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He thinks to himself Keep your head down No eye contact Just work your Way there And finish this torment His hands are shaking In his trench coat pocket And they rattle a loose coin Against the metal of the Snub nosed revolver Carelessly tossed Into its current place There is a little boy Walking alongside him Just a smaller version Of this man Only wearing a faded orange Winter coat That’s getting a little too small The boy looks up At his father And says ‘I’m hungry When do we get To eat?’ The man shoves his Hands into the coat pockets And cradles the revolver ‘Soon, son, We just have to stop And get some money First.’ The boy looks down at the Top of his battered converse And mutters the response ‘But my stomach hurts.’ The man stops And turns to face the boy ‘If I had something to give you I would But I’m starving too And I’m the only one Who even tries To get us money.’ The boys’ eyes well up With tears And he has No response The man doesn’t notice Those tear drops Falling in front of His sons’ shoes The next words He spits at the boy are ‘Go wait for me Across the street. I want you to watch And learn How to take care Of your family.’ So the boy waits for the Signal to cross the street Then the orange hand Switches to the White walking man And he follows orders The man watches the boy Trudge across the intersection And sit down at the Bus stop   Then the elder works His way down the street To the nearest alley And leans next to its Entrance He checks once more Making sure his son Hasn’t moved Then takes to watching Pedestrians On their way to work The boy feels His stomach Gnawing on the Inside of his ribcage But averts his gaze Back to his father There is a brief Moment of panic When the he Can’t find his Guardian But then Discovers him Leaning against A wall just down The block His father seems to Be studying the People walking past him Looking for something Specific Then a man in an Expensive suit Passes in front Of his Father And both disappear Into the shadows Time seems to slow For only a moment The boy wonders What his father is doing Then a gunshot sounds The expensive suit Stumbles from the alley The snub nosed pistol Shaking in his hand Screaming for the police And the boy still Waits Patiently for his Father to bring him Breakfast
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
Family Matters
He thinks to himself Keep your head down No eye contact Just work your Way there And finish this torment His hands are shaking In his trench coat pocket And they rattle a loose coin Against the metal of the Snub nosed revolver Carelessly tossed Into its current place There is a little boy Walking alongside him Just a smaller version Of this man Only wearing a faded orange Winter coat That’s getting a little too small The boy looks up At his father And says ‘I’m hungry When do we get To eat?’ The man shoves his Hands into the coat pockets And cradles the revolver ‘Soon, son, We just have to stop And get some money First.’ The boy looks down at the Top of his battered converse And mutters the response ‘But my stomach hurts.’ The man stops And turns to face the boy ‘If I had something to give you I would But I’m starving too And I’m the only one Who even tries To get us money.’ The boys’ eyes well up With tears And he has No response The man doesn’t notice Those tear drops Falling in front of His sons’ shoes The next words He spits at the boy are ‘Go wait for me Across the street. I want you to watch And learn How to take care Of your family.’ So the boy waits for the Signal to cross the street Then the orange hand Switches to the White walking man And he follows orders The man watches the boy Trudge across the intersection And sit down at the Bus stop   Then the elder works His way down the street To the nearest alley And leans next to its Entrance He checks once more Making sure his son Hasn’t moved Then takes to watching Pedestrians On their way to work The boy feels His stomach Gnawing on the Inside of his ribcage But averts his gaze Back to his father There is a brief Moment of panic When the he Can’t find his Guardian But then Discovers him Leaning against A wall just down The block His father seems to Be studying the People walking past him Looking for something Specific Then a man in an Expensive suit Passes in front Of his Father And both disappear Into the shadows Time seems to slow For only a moment The boy wonders What his father is doing Then a gunshot sounds The expensive suit Stumbles from the alley The snub nosed pistol Shaking in his hand Screaming for the police And the boy still Waits Patiently for his Father to bring him Breakfast
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kiefer-charles-zbryk
American
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
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