Some Boys
The land is packed with what they could have had
if lies or chance or lust had spared their mums.
And what's the thing they're good at? Being bad.
In every cell of mindlessness, some lad
remembers how the lullabies could hum.
The land resounds with what he could have had.
For many boys, at frenzied screens, the fad
is how to scrap until their flesh is numb.
And what's the thing they're good at? Being bad.
For most, the flood of youth, and being glad
has choked and drained away, revealing scum.
The land is drenched with what they could have had.
In many lanes the loving rooms are sad
and half-sons dodge their step-dads, play it dumb,
and what's the thing they're good at? Being bad.
And that is how it feels without a dad
and this is how it hurts them, hurting mum.
The land is packed with good they could have had,
but what's the thing they're best at? Being bad.
Will Daunt
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