His pain horrific a man so mean,
scared stiff you better not scream!
This little boy has been raped!
Yes, so sexually abused,
and his fragile body misused.
How depraved you are to me,
lusting for our children
in a dying society!
Will the world hear his cry,
haunted daily nightly die?
The nightmarish fiends and horror scenes,
flashbacks replayed in his head,
of a sordid and dirty bed!
Wow, in his mama's head he's OK!
That husband or man she loves so,
so abase how low will they go?
Still the children hidden fears, tears,
and pain bestiality through the years!
Love, hug, kiss your kids watch them close,
like sweet creamy butter is to toast,
especially the one's you love most!
For some your dream boat might sail in.
And rape, sexually abuse
your voiceless child somehow misuse.
Taxes and gifts won't pay your dues,
in a dying society.
Thank you for standing up for child abuse and for reviewing Diana's poem. They are so afraid to speak up for themselves , Michael. They need a voice such as ours to speak, shout, yell for them. Your poem is awesome, it tells it like it is. Every man or woman who abuses a child needs to read this. Again, THANK YOU!
Blessings to you,
~Linda