The sun is shining and it's really hot,
but it doesnt bother them if it's cold or not,
he's being punched in the stomach,
and kicked in the face,
but he still trys to walk,
at a steady pace,
don't worry rise above it they say,
but that doesn't work,
they don't go away,
and you see the little boy sitting in silece,
ready to feel the force of the violence,
wondering when he will get his next beating,
doesn't matter, it never stops,
they'll beat him more if he calls the cops,
his life is now full of dread,
to have this everyday,
he'd rather be head,
instead of a beating and smached in head,
he's got nowhere to go,
and hes all alone,
theres nowhere to hide,
he doesnt feel safe at home,
i can hear his helpless wimps,
and heartbreaking screams,
hes got nothing left,
but his broken dreams,
so he goes home,
and he sits and cries,
his mother just sits looking and sighs,
but now he's older with his own job,
but inside he can still hear,
his painful sobs!
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I would like to translate this poem
Unbulliness made the grown up boy of substance and stood up on alive feet.