Poetry that thinks out loud
unforgivable
Again unforgivable acts of uncalled for rage.
A child in between both my son's age.
Beaten and tortured by people who have no feelings.
A child that never felt what it was like to be considered a human being.
Time and time again this child was let down by outsiders.
wasn't even noticed apparently by the child minders.
How could anyone harm someone so innocent.
Especially people who call them self a parent.
Many people now have a child's death on there conscience.
Now thinking oh them bruises now make sense.
If god is real what will he have to say.
When a beaten unloved child walks his way.
Even god didn't care enough to change his fate.
Instead left to die in his own blood at the hands of hate.
At least now at death he has no more to fear.
I cant imagine how many people read this in the paper wiping away tears.
A life which had only barely just begun.
A child which probably never new the meaning of fun.
Punishment will now come there way though it wont be enough.
Even death would not be punishment for what they have done.
Bad things I wish upon them now.
And hope one day they feel what that child felt on his way out.
It truly sickens me.
When I look at the paper and its thing like this I see.
A child in between both my son's age.
Beaten and tortured by people who have no feelings.
A child that never felt what it was like to be considered a human being.
Time and time again this child was let down by outsiders.
wasn't even noticed apparently by the child minders.
How could anyone harm someone so innocent.
Especially people who call them self a parent.
Many people now have a child's death on there conscience.
Now thinking oh them bruises now make sense.
If god is real what will he have to say.
When a beaten unloved child walks his way.
Even god didn't care enough to change his fate.
Instead left to die in his own blood at the hands of hate.
At least now at death he has no more to fear.
I cant imagine how many people read this in the paper wiping away tears.
A life which had only barely just begun.
A child which probably never new the meaning of fun.
Punishment will now come there way though it wont be enough.
Even death would not be punishment for what they have done.
Bad things I wish upon them now.
And hope one day they feel what that child felt on his way out.
It truly sickens me.
When I look at the paper and its thing like this I see.
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