Unheeded

Tiny hearts are bleeding
faster then the healing hands can work
All the little ones
around us
Screaming
from their beds
of rest
they’re jerked
Can no one
lend a hand of understanding?
Care ?
Commitment?
to lifting their low spirit
out of deepest darkened halls
where they lay
Weeping
Their mothers
fathers
beating
as heard as their small hearts
Rage festers
deep seeded
Raping
upon their minds
the Devil’s rapping
tapping
seeking

to bring them lower than they are
and ears are turned
Deafened
to their pain filled cries of woe
Where they end up
on the street
or in darker places
no one knows
A broken Childs life is never mended from these wounds
This is my cry to those who know of a child being abused… I know it is a touchy subject but if we dare not touch it, who will help them. This comes from a story on the news of an 11 yr old girl who died of unknown causes after her parents beat her… if this is too brutal, do not respond to the poem… but if you agree with me that this SHOULD be stopped, I want to hear you make your voice known…

Blessed Be the little ones, Siren Unafraid…