I cry for the little girl
Bruised and alone
Her Mama hits her every day
And her Daddy's gone
Look at my grave
My soul screams from within
Tell someone NOW
Don't pay for their sin
I cry for the little boy
Who's hungry and cold
No blanket on his bed
Just a teddy bear to hold
Look at my grave
I was just like you
Tell someone NOW
You know what to do
I cry for the children
Beaten and abused
Haven't you had enough
Of being hit and used
Look at my grave
See my tortured face
Tell someone NOW
You could be in my place
Talk to a teacher
Or to a trusted friend
Stop the abuse right now
Let the hurting end
Look at my grave
I hid my bruises well
I promised in my heart
I would never tell
I hid in the darkness
Afraid of the light
Don't be like me
Stand up and fight
Tell someone NOW
You have a life to give
It's too late for me
But I want you to live
My heart weeps for so many who are in this situation...but by bringing this into the light, before the whole world, this poem is a proclaimation that there is hope!
I applaud you for using your gift for others good and God's glory
You have effectively delivered a strong point here, one that shines a light on another one of society's imperfections. Thank you for this superlative write!!
Moving piece that hits hard on a subject that can never be hit on hard enough. We are the gurardian of our Village's children and we must protect them at all costs.
hugs
fee
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on November 22, 2008
Brilliant poem, Linda, and a very needful message. So many kids suffer abuse from family members. Neighbors know. Teachers know. Clergy people know. Visiting friends know. Why do they fail to call the police? Their hesitation causes needless further agony, and sometimes death. You should see that this is published widely.
Hi Linda, an excellent write! The children have no future unless we protect their present. We all are intrusted by God to protect the denfenseless children of the world. We must remember someone protected us. It is better for a millstone to be tied around ones neck and that person should jump into the river rather than hurt one of these little ones: I quote Jesus Christ! May peace never cease.
Linda, as always a very poignant and thoughtful piece. Child abuse is a horrible thing and so hard to prevent. You have captured the reality of it all. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.
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I applaud you for using your gift for others good and God's glory
Sheila
You have effectively delivered a strong point here, one that shines a light on another one of society's imperfections. Thank you for this superlative write!!
Hugs,
Lance
That most just want to sweep under the rug.
Doug
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
hugs
fee
Ted
Uttery fantastic and heartbreaking write. We have to do something about abused children, before they do end up like this.
Mary