The following poem/RAP is about those children who have been a victim of corporal punishment, child abuse or any other from of harassment. Many of us love our childhood and have precious memories of the same and we do want to re-live it. But, for them its nothing less than a nightmare, a nightmare which leaves a scar deep down inside their hearts :-
So, here we roll the dice and start the game of a troubled childhood, full of pain
Hard situations and my shaken confidence
Wish I had a Batsuit to kill all of 'em
The fear and frustration imbibed in my head
My shivering lips and broken words coming out of it and
My Eyes searching for a place to hide
But the hardships have spread all over the skies
Mommy its a bad world they won't let me live
They beat me at school and snatch away my tiffin
The chain of my cycle seems like a python
Smothering the wheels, dragging me in oblivion
I feel cold and helpless being held captive
behind the glass walls blowing the icy wind stream.
Staring at the sky waiting for an angel to arrive,
To take to me to the stars hence, leaving all my pains behind
or else help me find solace away from deafening noise
So, that I can find the true meaning of my life
Stealing vapours from the air
while b-boing against the ground zero of depression
to avoid my thoughts of dehydration
so as to land on the petals of carnations
I've been struggling hard to
keep my head, above the surface,
everytime I make a move, it ends in a checkmate.
But to settle the scores I go for a rollback.
Under the Protection from Mental Torcher Act,
amended in the year of 1978
This whole game is triggered by serotonin and dopamine
My vasodilation is controlled by people having cunning
thoughts and vibes rooted inside genes
possibly originating from adenine and cytosine
Staring at the sky waiting for an angel to arrive,
To take to me to the stars hence, leaving all my pains behind
or else help me find solace away from deafening noise
So, that I can find the true meaning of my life
