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'' It Leaves Their Victims Distraught ''

Somewhere in Wales little April lies dead,
Killed by a paedophile not right in the head,
A cigar chomping celebrity? is now being exposed,
His years of abuse are now being disclosed.

Now his ‘' friends ‘' all come out saying they knew all along,
Why didn't they report it, they knew it was wrong,
Their inactions encourage this heinous crime,
They're just as responsible as these pieces of slime.

Rapists and paedophiles are two of a kind,
They have similar styles both are sick in the mind,
Their aims in life are to have total control,
With evil they're rife they have forfeited their soul.

It's the victim who suffers this is presently forgotten,
As their lives hit the buffers it is they who feel rotten,
The criminals spend their time in a five star cell,
For such a heinous crime they should be condemned to hell.

Back out to reoffend in just a few short years,
Will their next victim escape or be left shedding tears,
While the do-good brigade spout out their mince,
The victims are afraid they're just left to wince.

Unless we wake up they'll continue these acts,
It's now time the decent woke up to the facts.
They must be treated as scum for that's what they are,
To do otherwise is dumb as they leave a terrible scar.

Society's got it wrong in the way victims are treated,
We need to be strong when punishment is meted,
I'll not tell a lie they should all face death,
For this most foul of crimes take their final breath.

These people are not thickos they know what they're doing,
They are nothing but sickos with the trouble they're brewing,
Unless we take heed they will think they've the right,
To carry out this deed whenever they might.

If we continue to soft soap them things will get worse,
It's more trouble we store as their abuse is a curse,
The question this begs is why does society forgive.
They are nothing but dregs so why do we let live,

The exposure of their offences they hate us portraying,
It weakens their defences it's their minds we're betraying.
With strength over the weak they feel empowered,
The havoc they wreak leaves the mark of a coward.

If we choose not to execute it's a lifetime in jail,
If it helps one fraction there must be no bail,
For being so cruel they should be left to rot,
Their abuse is not cool,

 ‘' It Leaves Their Victims Distraught ‘'


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