Broken Echoes

He was born where silence screams. In homes that murder children's dreams. A father's fist,

a mother's void. Each lullaby a sound destroyed. They taught him rules

with wired pain. That love is guilt and hope's in vain. A desk,

a cage, a holy thread. He learned too young, "you must forget."

Don't ask him why he walks alone. You built his soul from sticks

and stone. Your laws, your gods, your velvet lies.

They caught the monster in his eyes. No one weeps for boys who

break, no savior arrives for minds at stake. He smiled,