Man With the Big Set of Keys.
The boy is in the corner playing on his own again.
He has had another fight with some of his friends.
For him, it is punishment time for the rest of the day.
Sat in the corner he happily passes the time away.
In comes the man in charge with a big set of keys.
Tells the boy to you must come and sit next to me.
He says you have to stop being such a naughty boy.
You just make everyone else angry and annoyed.
He held his hand and said i just want to help you.
Do me a favour, i have something i want you to do.
He stood up and dropped his trousers to the floor.
He said don't be scared, boys have done it before.
The boy said you’re crazy what you want me to do.
You’re a sick bastard what is fucking wrong with you.
The Boy was angry, I will kill you now if you don’t stop
Then take your sick head leave me alone and fuck off.
The man did not like what the boy was saying to him.
And decided then he needed a little bit more punishing.
He did his trousers up and took the boy to see the head.
This only filled the boy with even more fear and dread.
He knew the head would not believe a word he said.
The head was angry and to the boy the riot act was read.
The boy told the head what the man had said and done.
The head said, you always make up stories on everyone.
The man told the head the boy attacked him and called him
all sorts of offensive names.
The boy expected this, they were friends its always the same.
Bend over boy, they laughed and out came a four-foot cane.
Took it in turns to cane him, now he was crying once again.
The boy told himself it was ok to receive the four-foot cane.
It was better than being touched by the sick bastard again
He went back to the room, to playing in the corner alone.
Relieved at this time he escaped, but with a very sore bum.
Nataiella (1974) Childhood Event and Memory
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Author:
Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I grew up in the care system in the 1960s and 1970s, i use the word care very loosely. This is where my poetry started ( in a multitude of Children`s homes and schools) as i tried to process why and what was happening to me and other children. Adults either did not want to listen to our complaints or they were the abusers and we could not complain to them, i appreciate it is not a pleasant subject (abuse) but for myself and thousands of other children it was and still is a reality.
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I think you are very brave to post this .. we all know such things go on .. this puts it into perspective .. and is just another reason why I despise so many of my own species .. Neville
Thank you Neville for your feedback, i write a lot about this subject but until recently never shown anyone my poems, i joined this site and another a few months ago to see how my poetry would be received. The positive feedback i have been getting for my poetry ( from people like yourself), has giving me the confidence to finally let some of the ghosts out my mind. So Thank you
Abuse of children is sad and deplorable but more common than anyone would want to believe. The powerless have little recourse but to endure.
I understand your words though they break my heart. I was raised in the same situation also in the 60;s and 70;s. Those days there was no one to tell and even when you didm they just kept it to themselves, sent you back to the den and never spoke of it again. I;m sorry you experienced this.
Thank you for your kind comments, as you know it was not just me, there were hundreds if not thousands running the gauntlet everyday. I was lucky in some ways, i am still here, i know a lot children never made it to be adults because of the abuse. On a lighter note have a good weekend
Agreed, you have a great weekend also.
I have harboured questions and often disdain towards authority figures as they inveriably slip riding high horses. The abuse of position of power seems to be as old as our "civilization". Don't know why we keep up the pretense
Thank you for your comment
I read this twice Tobani, first thing this morning and again now. It was a hard read and it must have been very difficult for you to compose. Sadly this happens all too often and it sickens me that people in authority, trusted with the care of children should behave in this way. It ruins lives. A courageous write.
Thank you Cassie for your kind words. These types of poems were difficult to write but also they were a bit of a release for me, i wrote hundreds when i was a youngster looking for answers, still am. Enjoy the rest of your weekend
Heart rending truth and express of that truth. I know the can and I know the abuse. The main difference is the environment it occurred in, I was never in the system and now realise that there is nowhere safe. Thanks for sharing what I still have a bit of a journey to arrive at expressing from my past. Thank you.
Thank you Arqios for your feedback, it happens in all situations and a lot more than people wish to acknowledge. I was removed from my parents with my sister when we were very young, because they were abusing us and placed in other places to be abused, should of stayed just at home. I am lucky though, i survived it to now, many did not. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. On a lighter note, it is why my poems are always so bloody miserable !!!
Not that bad. But coming from me, there is a tendency towards darkness in my general settings, so that’s probably why.
A very sad 😢 and
heart touching poem
and true story!
So sorry you have had
to experience this
awful abuse, thanks for
sharing, eloquently penned
my friend! 👍
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Thank you for your comment, enjoy the rest of your weekend
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