Weeping
Cold
Hungry
Confused
Scared
Battered
and bruised,
an abused child gently raises his head up to
Heaven and begins his tender prayer to God:
God, can you hear me? This is Billy and I don't
know what to do. Daddy keeps hitting me.
I want him to stop and that's why I'm kindly asking you.
Please don't let him hurt me anymore. I've been a
good boy. Honest, you must believe that I'm telling
you the truth! So why does he always bloody my face
and kick me in the belly with his boots?
I promise I'll go to church every Sunday! I'll even give
You everything I got!
I only want him to love me; so please dear Lord,
would You please make him stop?
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2026 08:00
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Wow. Powerful.
Thank you.
Sad and brutal it sends a powerful message. Well done.
I don't think I'd tell him that an appeal to God would be if little use; It is social conditions which must change.
Even so, your poem provoked compassion.
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