They came in the night, they made the women scream like animals. Then they killed the men, then they cut the breasts off of the women with babies, then they burnt the men’s bodies the village and the crops. Some of them were men, but more were children boys and girls.. with angelic faces, dead eyes , tight curly hair and machetes and gun.
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They came in the night they caused a terrible fright. They butchered the men and raped the women again and again then cut off the breasts of the mothers with babies. They shot those that ran like a dog with rabies.
They rounded us up, those under five they did not leave alive but us that could walk they took. The last sight we had of our sweet lives was the flames of our village, the last sight for those brave enough to look.
No weep for your brother, no weep for your father or mother no weep or they beat you boy. Now you be a soldier you carry a gun say goodbye to happy days no more fun no more joy. You learn to shoot, you learn fast, you do as you are told you do not get asked. You sleep when your told you march till you drop if you do good you get a blanket to keep out the night’s cold.
You learn how to throw a grenade and set a mine then you learn to watch as people die from famine. You learn no pity you learn only pain what ever you can get is someone’s loss but now it’s your gain. You eat when the big boys say eat. If you take too much or steal it you get beat.
They don’t just take us boys they take girls too and what’s worse they have to sleep with the men and they get babies which is a curse. They have to do all that we have to do but don’t worry what the men do to them they sometimes do to us too.
We have to kill without mercy, burn villages and crops us boys and the girls right up until their babies drop. No good looking frightened that will not save you, no good being pretty or cute that don’t bode well for you.
We loose what love we had, it is replaced by the gun and for long hot days in the sun covered in blood eventually you forget your mum. No chance for learning at school we are soldiers now on the road stealing and killing……… now isn’t that cool. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They came in the night, they made the women scream like animals. Then they killed the men, then they cut the breasts off of the women with babies, then they burnt the men’s bodies the village and the crops. Some of them were men, but more were children boys and girls.. with angelic faces, dead eyes , tight curly hair and machetes and guns.
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Child soldiers, taken from their villages, boys and girls both. Taken , used and abused. Beaten , hardened until they have no feelings. Girls forced in to marriage and made pregnant still take part in raids..pregnant or carrying babies on their backs. Boys treated no better abused and hardened . Another horrible type of Child Abuse
God it itches and it burns. Now it bleeds when I pee but I have to smile when the stinking men do things to me.
See my sister she is barely twelve I have had to teach her how to dip and delve. It makes me sick what I have had to show her to do but she needs to do it right or she will get beaten black blue.
I am so tired I worked all night through. I didn’t earn enough, so to keep the boss sweet I have to work today too. I am sure I have lice in my hair it is driving me mad but the boss don’t care. I asked for something to sort it out he just slapped my face ……. it is so unfair, no doubt.
Ha, look at us in dresses of virgin white four little maidens of the night. We have skills to make you blush we can play you till you can’t help but gush. That is just fine because it means we have to put up with you for less time.
what chance have we
What is the future for us, well who knows, Dr, Lawyer, Architect ha, any of those. I don’t know what’s the point we all got taken out of school at ten years and got dumped in this joint. The bugs in this place are the biggest you have ever seen, lice abound and herpes too, come join us have some fun…what?? does it not appeal to you?
Lost souls are we no hope, no chance how we live you never see. Cute short dresses, killer heels, silk underwear for you to look and cop a feel. You can do anything you want to us and we cannot complain or make a fuss.
Ha, look at us in dresses of virgin white four little maidens of the night. We have skills to make you blush we can play you till you can’t help but gush. That is just fine because it means we have to put up with you for less time.
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There is a whole underworld out there and we need to hose it out and rid it from the face of the earth. Okay that is what I would like to do with the people who run it. I would like to give the girls and boys a chance. We must not forget the boys enslaved too. We need to do something even if it is just a poem or a story!
Dog is God spelled backward Grandchildren are a gift from the Lord. Both lift our hearts and fill us with joy With the special magic they employ. No matter how low or ill I feel Dogs and grandchildren make my life real. Thank you God for both.
What do you see in this little girl here, I see tears and pain and loneliness and a lot of fear.
Why is she crying I hear you say, why is she so sad. She will tell you it is because she has to go home after school every day.
She looks so lost and so very sad nothing in her little life could be so bad? OH! Yes it is though you’d never of guessed her bruises don’t show they are hidden by the way she is dressed.
Who hurts this little one who treats her so. Someone in her family? surely no . Her Mummy and Daddy they say she is bad, that she never learns and it is always her fault for the beatings she’s had.
Stop now and look at her, she is ever so thin it looks like she is in need of something to eat. She is shaking and staring directly at her feet. Gently please don’t flinch I am not going to hurt you look my fists are not clinched .
She is so frighten as I dry her tears I hope I can help and allay her fears. She has spent hours standing out in the yard peeping through the window watching the rest of the family, warm and happy it must be so hard.
It is not surprising that she smells so bad she cannot remember the last bath she had. And God help her if she wets her bed ( because her tormentors have got inside her head) She gets beaten and the sheets rubbed in her face the rest of the family laugh at her she feels such disgrace.
It is not fare it is nothing she has done but this little girl has never known fun. She has been beaten and abused and kept away from everyone.
Go to your room! Be quiet, stop pushing your luck , go on get out of my sight ! Why can’t you be like your brother, can’t you do anything right!
Look at this mess what are you playing at, tidy your room you won’t get any dinner until it is done. Get out of my sight go sit in the gloom.
What, what are you playing at! You have wet your bed again do you do this to try my patience? Well you are winning you are such a pain!
Why are you so awkward, not like your brother I am sick of the look on your face you are such a bother! Go on then go, go!
So he goes and he sits in his room, he sits in the corner and cries in the gathering gloom. He sleeps in a wet bed, in the morning he changes his sheets. He kneels down and repeatedly bangs his head on the floor. You feel his pain in the repeated beats.
She is braking his spirit and hurting him so does she realize what she is doing does she care does she know. This poor little boy with no allies in view is only learning the negatives poor little soul what can he do!
Another Two poems for Child Abuse Awareness Month.
The house is quiet and light from the computer flickers on Guys face. He is busy talking to his friends. Talking about how the football team is doing, what is happening at school. How parents are so inconsiderate and never let you do what you want to. Finally getting round to who is meeting who this Saturday night!
Guy is really excited he will be meeting his new friend Dan. He has been talking to him for weeks. He has got to know Dan really well, where Dan lives, how old he is,which school he goes to what he looks like. He thinks he knows him really well.
Yes they are going to meet at MacDonald’s then after they have had something to eat and drink he is taking Dan back to meet his friends. They will not be coming back here to Guy’s house that is not convenient but his friend Charlie has a sound proof basement with a separate entrance from the house …very private. That is when the party starts, when the fun begins.
Oh! yes Saturday is going to be a good night, well deserved after all these weeks of chatting and coaxing information out of Dan. ……. suddenly the door opens and Guy clicks the screen saver up! “Dad” shouts Jimmy from the door, “Mum says dinner is ready.” Closing down the computer Guy gets up and scooping a happy squealing Jimmy up into his arms he say “right son lets go eat.
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The story above is to highlight “Internet Grooming ” Young children, boys and girls groomed by adults pretending to be their age and their friends. Lure them in to sex situations that they cannot handle. Some even are murdered ….. it is a dangerous form of abuse and needs to be highlight and somehow , stopped. The photo is just one off of the internet and the person in has nothing to do with grooming. Thank you again for reading the short story is in aid of Child Abuse Awareness Month.
One Voice Children’s Choir (originally known as the 2002 Winter Olympic Children’s Choir and Studio A Children’s Choir) is an American children’s choir in Utah.
The group was founded by children and Masa Fukuda in 2001 after he composed the song “It Just Takes Love” for the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City, Utah. Fukuda asked students to participate in a commemorative CD for the Olympics. Some of the students also were “children of light” performers for the Olympics, whom he volunteered to help train. After the Olympics, 25 students wanted to continue singing together, and Fukuda formed the choir as a nonprofit organization to continue working with them.
One Voice Children’s Choir is led by choir director Masa Fukuda and Artistic Directors Michelle Boothe and Tanner DeWaal and has 180 members ages 5–18. Every year, the choir performs around 50 to 70 times. The group meets year-round for once-a-week practices. They perform a vast selection of music such as pop, gospel, classical, Broadway, and patriotic.
In 2003, the choir sang the Christmas song “Innocence of Youth” and won the John Lennon International Music Award after singing in a competition for Yoko Ono. In 2014, One Voice received national attention for their rendition of the Disney song “Let It Go”, starring Lexi Walker and Alex Boyé. Their video received 1 million views in one day, 18 million in 10 days, and over 60 million by July 2015. They were invited to compete in the ninth season of America’s Got Talent (AGT) in 2014 and reached the quarterfinals.
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First things first I’ma say all the words inside my head I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second Don’t you tell me what you think that I could be I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea, oh-ooh The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the…
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down and build me up, believer, believer Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from… Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
First things first Can you imagine what’s about to happen? It’s Weezy the Dragon, I link with the Dragons And we gon’ get ratchet, no need for imaginin’
This is what’s happenin’ Second thing second, I reckon immaculate Sound about accurate I know that strength, it don’t come, don’t come without strategy I know the sweet, it don’t come without cavities I know the passages come with some traffic I start with from the basement, end up in the attic And third thing third Whoever call me out, they simply can’t count Let’s get mathematic, I’m up in this, huh
Is you a believer? I get a unicorn out of a zebra I wear my uniform like a tuxedo This dragon don’t hold his breath, don’t need no breather Love you Ms. Cita, the son of a leader I know the bloomin’ don’t come without rain I know the losin’ don’t come without shame I know the beauty don’t come without hurt
Hol’ up, hol’ up, last thing last I know that Tunechi don’t come without Wayne I know that losin’ don’t come without game I know that glory don’t come without… Don’t come without…
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down and build me up, believer, believer Pain Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from… Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Last things last By the grace of fire and flames You’re the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh The blood in my veins, oh-ooh But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited ’til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like…
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down and build me up, believer, believer Pain Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from… Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Songwriters: Benjamin Arthur Mckee / Daniel Coulter Reynolds / Daniel Wayne Sermon / Mattias Per Larsson / Robin Lennart Fredriksson / Daniel James Platzman / Justin Drew Tranter
The London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) is a British symphony orchestra based in London. Founded in 1904, the LSO is the oldest of London’s symphony orchestras. The LSO was created by a group of players who left Henry Wood’s Queen’s Hall Orchestra because of a new rule requiring players to give the orchestra their exclusive services. The LSO itself later introduced a similar rule for its members. From the outset the LSO was organised on co-operative lines, with all players sharing the profits at the end of each season. This practice continued for the orchestra’s first four decades. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_Symphony_Orchestra
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Lastly but no way least. The Killers “Human” is a song by American rock band the Killers. Written by and produced by the band members and co-produced by Stuart Price, it was released as the first single from their third studio album Day & Age (2008).
The Cinematic Orchestra is a British nu jazz and downtempo music group created in 1999 by Jason Swinscoe. The group is signed to independent record label Ninja Tune. The Cinematic Orchestra have produced four studio albums, Motion (1999), Every Day (2002), Ma Fleur (2007) and To Believe (2019), and two film soundtrack albums, Man with a Movie Camera (2003) and The Crimson Wing: Mystery of the Flamingos (2009).
In addition to Swinscoe, the band includes former DJ Food member PC (Patrick Carpenter) on turntables, Luke Flowers on drums, Tom Chant on saxophone, Nick Ramm on piano, Stuart McCallum on guitar, Phil France on double bass Former members include Jamie Coleman (trumpet), T. Daniel Howard (drums), Federico Ughi (drums), Alex James (piano), and Clean Sadness (synthesizer, programming). Heidi Vogel (vocals) appears as a regular collaborator.
Swinscoe and Carpenter have also recorded together under the band name Neptune.
I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was broad but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart
Cut the cord
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well
You got to let me go
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating?
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
You got to let me know
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
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