The Fall of Hephaestus
A baby born small,
Unsheltered and weak,
Needing protection
From a mother
With a hatred that burns
Of flames hotter than his tears.
Life goes on
And he is broken down
Without love
A mother that posts
The cruelest remarks
On social media
Yet is too afraid
To lose her reputation
That she doesn't say it to his sodden face.
Cyberbullying
Tears the souls
Of boys and girls
And leaves a small boy
On a rooftop
Waiting for his fall
To a world more welcoming than this one.
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