Saturday, September 3, 2011

A Child's Cry


Sometimes reading the news just kills me. My heart breaks and I dream of hunting those that hurt children and  even animals. But the cries of a child echo in my head when I read of the parental/caregiver abuse that seems to be so prevalent in this society that does not value the life of a child. We are returning to the Dark Ages when children were chattel and had no standing in society unless given by a male relative. They were not even required to report their deaths. Today, anger is a cancer that infects a heart that should be overwhelmed by the responsibility and desire to care for the helpless captive that is a child. A daily reading in any newspaper will prove that is no longer the case for a vast majority of people.



A Child’s Cry

If I cry, will that satisfy you?
The part of you that meanness took hold
And if I show that my soul is sliced
Will you leave and not hurt me anymore?

What is in you that yearns to hurt?
To leave a mark, a bruise?
Who are you to believe, that is your right
Your right to oppress a soul?

I am weak, smaller than you
I cannot fight or stop the pain
I suffer, and wince silently
Knowing a noise will increase
My doom

How can I prove that you don’t
You never, have to hurt me again?
How can I stop your hand
From hitting, from burning?
Your voice from cutting?

If I die, will that satisfy you?
Will you leave
And not hurt me anymore?

If I cry, will that satisfy you?
The part of you that meanness took hold
And if I show that my soul is sliced
Will you leave and not hurt me anymore?