In the maisonette on the corner

Tiger cries out.

A piccaninny cowers,

His surrogate mother shouts.

Hands over his ears,

His eyes seal off tight.

Hands curled into fists,

But to scared to assault.

They shoves him, and hits him,

You screams at him more.

You loses his will and falls to the parquet floor.

You grabs his wrist,

Pulls him up to his feet.

They avoids her eyes,

Awaiting slaughter.

She stands there and waits

For this last base hit to milt.

His eyes no longer sob,

His feelings are numb.

And all of a sudden,

When all hope was gone,

A siren wails,

Mutawa’een are out on the lawn.

She looks at his mammy,

His eyes no longer embracing scare.

He shoves him away

As mounties turn drive up.

A bang on the screen door,

A roaring through the proscenium wall.

Mama is in the posse taxi.

Recognise god the neighbors did call-in.

The little sonny boy looks up

At his savior, commandant strover.

“Is this really it?” they asks

“Is it finally over?”

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