The Bastard Son

He was bourn a bastard son
concieved in sin one nite of fun.
Into this world he came
full of sorrow and of shame.

He never had the love of a father
being part of his life he couldn't bother.
His father had a family of his own
so his love could not be shown.

A product of a cheating man
he was never a part of the plan.
It was just one night of bliss
so he grew up with clenched fist.

The bastard son was not to blame
he had no father to share a name.
There was no man whom he could turn
on his own he'd have to learn.


So full of anger and of hate
loving no one was his fathers trait.
Then one day he had a son
it was then he learned to love someone.

by rich jackson