We must open our eyes.

Quick, quick look away

If we meet her eyes our hearts will melt and our emotions will have to pay.

No, no it is no business of ours

She is not our child, no matter how hungry she looks or the fact she is out all hours.

Hush , hush she is screaming again

That is not naughtiness that is real pain.

Shall we ring ..well maybe not,

Have you seen the size of  her mother’s boyfriend and his temper is hot.

Look, look she is out there again

Hardly any clothes on and it is poring with rain.

Look, look at those bruises on her legs and arms.

She is limping, look are those cigarette burns on her palms.

Why , why did we not say?

We saw the neglect get worse everyday.

We saw the violence getting worse,

We heard the boyfriend shout at her and curse.

We saw the way they both went out each night

Leaving her home, didn’t we all say that, that was not right.

OH! now that is so sad we all knew it was happening

But we said nothing and now we feel so sad.

That poor little might so small and defenseless

Last night by that brute was beaten senseless.

The ambulance came early this morning and took her away

She was dead on arrival …..isn’t that what they say.

So go one hold your heads up if you can

You all let a tiny girl’s life be taken by a shit of an excuse for a man, and a woman to weak to care for that child.

Now  she is also expecting another baby to replace her  in a short while.

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What are those tears what do they say

What is this little one here trying to say.

Is he being beaten, starved or sexually abused is hurting or has he passed pain

Has he already lost his innocence never to find it again.

Are his parents addicts to worried about their next fix

To worry about him as he plays with his bricks.

He has so few toys that these bricks are so important to him

He sleeps with them eats with them in their special tin.

The floor is dirty and littered with muck

And there are discarded needles which his thin little legs have already pierced and stuck.

No food in the fridge and the cupboards are bare

He is thirsty and hungry  but his parents no longer have the will to care.

Sometimes he finds his way out of doors

And goes through the rubbish risking rats and cats claws.

He just might strike lucky and find some food

Then he will drink from a puddle , yes this does sound crude!

If they find him it will be too late,

Hunger, neglect and needles sticks have decided his fate.

They will say he is feral the poor little soul

Who knows nothing of being loved and cradled against the cold.

Can  this happen how can this be true……….

Yes it does all around us , yes I am telling you true.

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Two more poems I have written  for Child Abuse Awareness Month.

Journal For Poetry Challenge# 22/04/2012

Thomas Lansing Masson  (1866-1934) was an American editor and author, born at Essex Connecticut, and educated in the public school of New Haven.

Thomas L Masson

He became literary editor of Life in 1893 and a regular contributor of humorous articles to various magazines. As an editor, he was responsible for Humorous Masterpieces of American Literature (1904); In Merry Measure (1905); The Humor of Love in Verse and Prose (1906); The Best Stories in the World (1914)

RED CROSS NURSES

 

Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And sightless warriors clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
In where the cots of agony mark death’s unmeasured tide–
Bear up the battle’s harvestry —
The Red Cross nurses glide.

Look! Where the hell of steel has torn
Its way through slumbering earth
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn
And wonder at their birth.
Until, above them, calm and wise
With smile and guiding hand,
God looking through their gentle eyes,
The Red Cross nurses stand.

By: Thomas L. Masson

This poem speaks of the bravery of the young women who joined the Red Cross nurses. They came from all layers of the class system, Ladies, middle class women and working class girls. They all mixed in together and for a while the demarcation lines of class disappeared. Some of the young women had never been away from home before and found it extremely difficult to cope, but cope most of them did  during training and on the front line .

They were extremely brave and worked in the trenches and on the front lines. They were unarmed . The worked abroad at the theatres of war and at home in huge country and town houses of the rich who turned their homes over to the war department as hospitals and nursing homes. The Nurses worked in India, Africa, France, Singapore in fact on every battle front .

The Red Cross of America were also very involved in the war efforts, first second and Vietnamese war. Not only did they care for the troops they also looked after children who were orphaned or injured when caught up in  the war’s onward march.

The poem sings their praises and their praises should be sung they were all very very brave women.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

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