Ballad for Jonathan
Hi, my name is Sara and I am a grade 8 student. We were
assigned to write a ballad for a school assignment and I decided to
write about Jonathan's unfortunate tragedy. Many people thought you
might be interested in reading this poem. I have also circulated the
petition amongst my classmates.
The child protection rights law,
didn't protect Jonathan Wamback at all.
By brainless brats he was beaten to the bone.
There were fourteen, while he was alone.
It started one day across the road, at the park.
He was walking his dog, and it was growing dark.
As the spray paint cans buzzed like bees,
He heard them, and was not at all pleased.
Jonathan told his father, and they called the police.
They charged all the teens, who were soon released.
The vengeance for Jonathan never ceased,
The tension between them incessantly increased.
The officer's car was sitting in the Wamback's driveway.
The young offenders saw Jonathan there that day.
We all know these teens were cowards.
They threatened him for days, months, and hours.
One day when Jonathan strolled home from school,
the thugs, they saw him, and acted like fools.
It was fourteen on one, but he still got away,
then five got in their car and chased him that day.
The five pummeled him, and kicked him, they didn't care,
Onlookers watched, but to help, they wouldn't dare.
When they were done, he was damaged and dazed,
All who saw, swore those swanks must have been crazed.
Jonathan managed to make it home on his own,
When asked by his father, he said, "leave me alone!"
Then when his mother saw him with a horrible headache,
She brought him to the hospital, where he slept and did not wake.
Forty-eight hours passed when the police found their men,
Witnesses said that there were at least ten,
Three of them were charged for the assault,
But they were young offenders, so, "it wasn't their fault!"
Ninety days later when Jonathan awoke,
Moans and groans were all that he spoke,
His skull had been crushed, his brain battered,
To his parents, his life was all that mattered.
Those juvenile delinquents were as cruel as bloodhounds,
And if they were devilish dogs, they'd all be in pounds.
Now they won't take shame, or even have a nefarious name,
They go on with their lives, to continue with their game.
Now Jonathan and all his family and friends,
all pray for this nightmare to come to an end.
Now think about this, a hand you should lend,
Let's wish for all violence, world wide, to end!
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