You never had a chance

You never had a chance
You saw violence in the extreme 
Daily in your house safety was not about
Love was not dished out
Violence  was
It was always your fault
You were always scared 
No one came to help you
They where scared too
Until it was your fault 
Until you scared them too
When they came to help you, you were already gone, gone down your violent ancestorol path

And now when you stand in the dock
Your face marked black, by ink
A frighted little boy in a mans rough, guarded exterior is all I see
All I see is shame on society
All I see is shame on me

Shame on me that right now there is another child being shaped as a violent offender just like you simply because of where they are born 
Their father
Their mother
Screaming to the heavens
screaming for redemption, for a break, for a moment without this extensive rage 
Rage that was developed and engaged by decades before
Perhaps even from centuries of war

Colonisations forgotten tragedies 

Raining unmasked misdirected rage on loved ones that can’t get out of the invisible family cage until
sorry it’s too late mate
your me too. 
Boo!