Philistine

A slap on the hand,
A fist in the face,
A scar on the head,
What have I done wrong?
What makes me deserve this red coloured stain?
Was it my cries for help? hunger? pain?
Worse...why does no one help me?
Don't they hear me cry? Do they not care?
Why do you hate me...?
Is it that drink that makes you this way?
The one in the bag that you hide away?
Darkness plus that strange scented bag...
do they make the monster...or simply arouse?
Why do you hate me?
Why mummy, why-?