Scars ‘n innocence
The innocence of a new psyche
Soon with scars is laced
The fresh pink skin grows stiff and tight
Wrinkled from a thousand fights
An old dog tethered in a yard
Snarls softly, yet it winces hard
Keeps it gaze upon the ground
As master’s blows come raining down
Once the scars joined up and met
There was no give between
Death was welcomed, even sought
The day was lost, the battle fought
The lesson that this soul was taught
Cannot be sold, should not be taught.
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