Agitation, anger and frustration

No suppressing this aggression

His hand up he prepares to strike

Down upon the unknowing


Willing to suppress the fighting

Comfort voices seem enticing

But nothing sooths an angry soul

Just power and control


With every blow the pain surges

From head to toe restriction urges

But one cannot refrain

From an unmoral gain


Defending just encourages war

Harder kicks and harder blows

Troubled hands hold back

It is hard not to attack


He doesn’t understand his strength

He doesn’t understand the length

In which one has to strive

To mentally keep alive


If only I could not show fear

And reduce my tears

I wish love could finally win

And someday we could understand him

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