Ultimate Terror

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Child Abuse Poems

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Her tiny hands were shaking
as a silent tear dropped off of her trembling chin...
her eyes asked --so serious-- the question
"how can you do this to me...again?
What have I done that you should take me
and hold me against my will?"
But she never said a word beyond
a whispered "no"
and a whimper that she could not still.
Surely no mother would allow this...
who is that monster
with her daddy's face?
And what nation under God
talks with such righteousness
while failing to put an end
to this disgrace?
What makes one person use another
to satiate desire or calm their lust?
Why do the righteous not destroy
the evil throng
that leaves our children
bleeding in the dust?



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