Sorrow steals the laughter from once joyful spirits…
Burgeoning anguish envelopes mourning souls
Numb from the atrocity of the abuse of the innocents…
“Why”, asking God…
“Why do You allow this to happen?”
“Why take the child and not me? They were so young, so helpless!”
Hurt and anger fill the lamenting parent’s core,
Tears flow uncontrollably…
Oh how it grieves us to think of what the child suffered.
Defenseless, voiceless loving little beings at the mercy of monsters.
Cold black hearts pump evil through the veins of a child abuser.
Wretched demons, inhuman slithering snakes!
What you do in the dark will always come to light!
Changed forever, the dead child’s parents
Will never be the same.
Blaming themselves, even though unwarranted,
A dark shadow of despair clings to their soul.
The loss leaves a gaping wound where their heart once beat,
Yet they must continue to breathe and live and walk and talk.
God help the loved ones of a murdered child.
God curse the abuser to Hell!
©Leatherman 2014
