A question of violence and the consequence

I was split, shattered, mangled and battered by the hands that struck another.

My head was divided by the scenes of blood and screams, the nightmares still remain.

Bashing, lashing and taking to the course with iron hammers and deadly discourse.

How to shape a child's mind with such angry faces that never seem to care or mind how their actions leave such empty spaces.

Tattered and broke from what did provoke a beating so severe my mind will never be clear.

Intense pain threw us into this fire and we remain until someone will understand the satire of our thoughtless motions.

Before you strike remember there is someone watching and the thing you beat isn't the only thing which suffers.