Karma

The son was sitting on a metal chair

With cuffs on his arms.
He couldn’t see or smell.
He tried to curl up like a baby,
The metal chain locked him like hell.
He did nothing but had a dream.

His mother was in his seeming marshmallow dream.

She was knitting in a comfy chair.
Not knowing she had been through hell.
Purple and black bruises on her arm
Were screaming at her unborn baby.
She had a mother smell.

She attempted to run away from devil smell.

She hoped her abusive husband was just a dream.
Unfortunately, she had his baby
While waiting for the pregnancy test on the chair.
The husband broke her arm.
Her home became hell.

Finally, she escaped from this deadly hell.

But she couldn’t get rid of this dead fish smell.
Homeless life left scars on her arm.
The bigger and bigger belly was not a dream.
10 months later, she had him on a chair.
He was her baby.

She gave all her love and hope on this baby.

To him, this was wonderful heaven, not a hell.
He grew up from day to day on a chair.
Everything around him had a greasy dirty smell.
He carried on his mother’s dream.
Study harder and harder to fix her arm.

Years after years, he successfully fixed her arm.

He and another woman had a baby
Just like her mother’s dream.
In contrary, his rage made her life hell.
 He hated the way his home smell
Hit her right in her guts with that chair.

He became a baby version of his father and he was sitting on the metal chair.
He woke up from his dream, sensed a strong gun smell.
He was shot in his arms, legs. He met his dad in hell.