The shackled child, what brute commands,
who dares to cuff such little hands?
What bastards these, who understands,
what god allows such cruel demands?
Is she but just an object then,
a tool to use for wicked men?
Those fiends who reek of vile and phlegm,
the Devil’s own, the lot of them.
Of leeches fattened foul with greed,
who sucked with might to make her bleed.
By sup, by sup from rose to weed
till sullied dry and of no need.
From scourging days her nights pursue
a moment’s quiet, the sleepless few.
In rags and filth for crumbs to queue,
a child who but of hunger knew.
Mid rats and curs and swarming flies,
just skin on bone, a skull with eyes.
In heart and soul each day she dies,
of human form, unrecognized.
When clouded out the sun and moon,
when day and night portrayed in gloom.
She dragged unwanted from the womb
and dead before the bud could bloom.
With death the reaper’s beasts abound,
his wretched vultures gather round.
The rancid flesh in horror found,
where strewn a child on evil ground.
Who’ll weep for her, who’ll sing her hymn?
A child abused, what of this sin?
Without a name or place or kin;
if there’s a God, pray, she’s with Him.
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Tony Grannell (
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Tony…hell. A child reduced to suffering, then forgotten, is about as brutal an indictment of humanity as you can make. This one hurt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dear, Tristan,
An abominable truth and such abominations still to this day tearing the souls, hearts and minds out of the innocent children. Heartbreaking, vomit inducing and unforgivable. Thank you very much for the reading and the response.
Wishing you good health and happiness,
Tony.
Vivid images fill this write "just skin on bone, a skull with eyes." The first two lines set the tone of this heart rending poem. Although concrete and specific in its subject and message it also is a metaphor of how mankind treats all things. Once used in a throw away society objects (for that is all humans are) are discarded for new. What applies to slavery also to any relationship. One must ask if man was created in the image of God what God is this and if so pray she is not with him. A lovely write well structured and in good rhyme and meter my friend.
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