The sad little boy

The boy peeked out of the window
sad and left alone
banging his hands against the window
hurting his hands that looked more like bones

tears flowing down his beaten cheeks
his nose continued bleeding,
under his eyes blue bags hang
and inside him his heart sadly and painfully sang.

he closes the dirty rag curtain
and sits on the ground nervously waiting
soon he wold come, he knew, was pain
a big angry man eager to stain.

the man would come with a stick
red with old beatings and very thick
he was a soldier...of the devil
not a hero but a villain.