His eyes burn fiery red,
But there's fear in his eyes,
He's sick of all the pain,
Sick of all these lies.
His bruises tell his story,
Of hurt, love and pain,
But the clouds up above his head
Just pour down acid rain.
His young face is so precious,
Words flow from his lips,
Every time his father comes into view,
His baby heart just rips.
His own personal hero,
Is his own personal foe,
He's making his son his victim,
Still plenty of hurt to go.
The toddler is smiling now,
as his enemy is taken away
By men in navy hats and suits,
To stop his pain today.
The child speaks finally,
such innocent words,
But, "I Love You Daddy"
Is all that is heard.
A contest entry
- Erase the hate Stop Child Abuse December Contest: Child Abuse prevention by Page Shut down.
600 points, ended January 6, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your entry
So sad that the ones who hurt us are the ones we love the most. Why can't they ever understand what they are doing to us. How can they be so cruel when all we want is their love. Thank you for sharing.
Good luck, I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy -
Oh what a sweet but sad tale to shared with us here. So beautifully written and thought out from beginning to end. Truly a marvelous work. Best wishes for this in the contes and others you may enter it,
Evan
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Thanks for your entry!
This is a tale of a rescue that is heartwrenching and instills a feeling of relief at the end. I've just never understood parents who hit their children. Anyway this is very well written, beautiful, thanks again for your entry and I wish you the best in the contest
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This is a true rescue and written well, good luck in the contest
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You're right it is different; it's also brilliant!!! Well done!! =] xxxx
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