The mother screamed and cried
The father yelled and beat
While 911 was dialed
By the child in the baby seat
Bruises on his arms and legs
Yet he never spoke a sound
For their lives he begs
While his mother is bound
Years go by and still the silence
His pain and fury let out
All he has known is violence
And as he cuts he does doubt
One day everyone will see
The same day when he dies
How his cuts were silent pleas
How they were his quiet defies
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