The buzz of flies, a baby cries out of a shallow grave
Bloody cloths, a maggot grows out a nose, a life too late to save
Body bruised, now abused stray dogs dig up its bones
A broken head, an infant dead, no one listened to its moans
Shake and shake, in an oven bake, boiling water bubbled skin
Without a sink from a toilet did drink, paying for an innocent sin
A splintered arm set off the alarm but nobody answered the call
Once a baby's dream, a silenced scream where worms now crawl
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So incredibly powerful dark and true to what the world is fast becoming. Some humans don't deserve to see the light of day. 🌹
True story and you often find the perpetrators as pathetic and sad as the victims. thanks for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Wow this is graphic.It certainly paints a picture imprisonment.Excellent
Thank you David life is full of tragedies and pain
That paints a very graphic and disturbing picture, in a good way. Reminds me off a scene of that Shakespeare play you cannot mention, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much for the read and comment as always most appreciated. Life is graphic and at times disturbing
You are very welcome
It is said that there will always the the vulnerable ones in any grouping, hence vigilance and compassion, proactive participation is necessary. In some cultures it is understood that the whole “village” in its entirety is responsible and the heart of rearing its children. Apathy and the blind eye are among the silent killers of society.
Each of us have a responsibility of taking care of others. When this slips society slips. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Powerful write
Thank you Tony it is appreciated
You're welcome
I love this line ... "Shake and shake, in an oven bake,"
Thanks Kurt for the read and comment they are most appreciated. Unfortunatly all of these things came about in different occasions.
Dark as dark can be, and this is still going on in some places. Hard to believe, but it is a shocking truth. Well penned Soren. Have a good weekend.
Thanks Cassie for the read and I was at first reluctant to include this but for those that suffer such abuse I thought it important to include.
Poetry can’t be all flowers and lovey duvey. It has to cover real issues too. You did well Soren.
as dark as I have ever read from you Soren.
with every word ringing true.
a most outstanding write my friend;
Thank you so much Melvine for the read and comment. Yes at first I thought it too dark to include but then I said to myself is that not denying the problem the same as those that don't report it. I think I owe it to thost that suffer this abuse to raise consciousness of it and maybe someone else will not ignore it.
Disturbing images of neglect, yet unfortunately, they ring true. We inhabit a world plagued by sickness, where we have collectively failed to safeguard our most vulnerable members. This poem, Soren, is a masterpiece. Your work employs potent imagery to craft a vivid tableau of the suffering endured by infants and children, as well as the surrounding decay. Despite our education, society has failed our children. While some of us possess a moral compass, a significant proportion of individuals are unfit to assume parental responsibilities.
Thank you so much for the read and most of all for hitting upon the one element I was not sure anyone would recognize the metaphor of decay that in the poem is literal of the body but in metaphor is the decay of family and society that this is allowed to occur, The psychological decay that takes a soul to the point of being a perpetrator. Most of these souls are pathetic, deranged individuals that society and biology have created incapable of doing anything else.
Well writen, Dark warning SB
Thank you so much Jerry for the read and comment. Yes my writings are known to be dark but this is a little darker than usual
And I thought I had a gruesome side! You do it so colorfully, articulate. Nice work here.
Thanks Dan your read is most valued. Yes I hesitated to include this one but I thought that the message was worth the risk
Such emotive words soren, I just cannot understand how or why people do this.
Andy
Some people live in a hell all their own an inferno built from biology, their past experience and chance of opportunity. Thanks Andy for the read and comment.
Good job. Very compassionate picture.
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