Babes in Arms.
By Sharon Maria Moemise
If you were just a little child
In a world resembling the wild
where your parents are the beasts
huge fangs awaiting, you as their feast
If you were that sleepy little one
Awoken by the sound of a blazing gun
Waking to violent prods and painful poking
Not your mommy's loving, gentle stroking
If you were just that little babe
What would be your best escape
when home has become your torture cell
and the rest of humanity gone straight to hell?
If you were that sweet little thing
Whose existence, happiness should bring
Would you be sturdy against forces of evil
when, instead, you are served up as soup for the devil?
If you were that little child
Whose lifeless little body found in the wild
Ravaged by the same humans, who pretend to mourn
Would you even have wanted to be born?
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Author:
SharonMoemise (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2016 18:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Thinking of the little babies who are abandoned everyday; as well as those little ones who are abused by the people they trust the most, their parents. The babies in war torn countries, who are thought to kill before they can appreciate and enjoy childhood. This is for and about the children who have never known what it feels like to be a child.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
Truly a really thoughtful poem.
Thank you, poetboy5454.
Thank you, Kat
Very good work and I like how u included the different forms of child neglect that r very real.... RITUAL abuse is common here where I reside..anyway..great work..
Thank you, Pharaoh.
Wonderful work, Sharon. A very real and emotional piece which highlights such a terrible thing which occurs daily in, as you describe, many different forms and in many different circumstances. Bravo xx
Thanks a lot, SabreLi. Your comments, as always, means so much
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