A child who's protected
and held to rise,
lives with sunshine and rainbows,
puppies and butterflies.
Sadly, but true
not all would appear
to have a soft place to fall
and memories held dear.
How could this happen?
this unfair lucky dip.
A life on a platter
or trust taken and ripped.
Who will rescue them
in their vulnerable state?
when their carer abuses
and pain is their fate.
'You are breaking hearts that have not formed
and cannot properly mend.
Pick on someone your own size,
someone who can defend.'
The doors need to be opened
and blind eyes turned back front.
We should all finally unite
and join in the hunt.
For revealing the weak
who prey on the weak.
Let's tell children what's 'bad'
and give them comfort to speak.
So start up the engines
and write in the sky.
And pray that the cylcle of abuse
will finally die.......
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