There's a howling down the canyons of the city.
The cry of urban wolves evoke no pity.
The ghettos children scream with angels voices.
They wander haunted eyed through other jungles.
Under weight of killing tools the children stumble.
Boy soldiers robbed of childhood and choices.
She waits in fear in a dark room shrouded in despair.
For that souless, urgent stranger to appear.
To her love is only torture in the night-time.
The scream of the siren is an ice shard to the heart.
A mother witnesses her child's soul depart
Back home a bloodstained stairway marks the crime.
Author notes
John Bucknall.
A contest entry
- ABUSE - looking for poems to be published :) by DramaQueen469.
550 points, ended October 25, 2008, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - IN REMEMBERANCE OF RECENT CHILDREN KILLED DUE TO NEGLECT AND ABUSE by RareFlower.
1100 points, ended February 2, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the honesty of your words put the whle issue into context. Everyone should read this.. Such heartbreak and despair... It remind me of a recent case of a dad who threw his 3 month old baby down the satrs.. Alfie was his name....
Bless you for your dedication
Love and light always
RarefLower
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Holy hell.
Seriously, this is so powerful... I'm blown away. And the rhyme scheme is fantastic... thankyou very much for entering!
~*~DramaQueen469~*~
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