Abuse

A poem on child abuse by the powerful. Every one, is more powerful than a child. But every one may also have a God who forgives, protects, excuses and takes responsibility in their eyes.

Might

‘Twas just a touch

Some feel

Not much.

My Lord is strong

My will is weak

Let He be heard

Let His child speak..

‘Twas a test

Designed for me

I plead, again

For His mercy.

Then, He speaks:

I hear Him, clearly.

‘My child,

Be free,

I heard your plea.’

‘Tis just a touch

I feel,

Not much.

Somewhere close

The li’l one shrinks

In prayer

She thinks

‘Tis just a touch,

I fear

Not much.

o’ Lord

Forgive me,

But I detest

This beauty.

All love, this life

Is lost to me.

– ID