The Abused
They fall, like leaves crushed beneath the cruel boot.Their shame hangs about them,
Like an albatross on the ancient mariner.
Who will see? Who will care?
But I see, and I care.
Their tears are mingled with the blood,
As it flows doen their cheeks.
It matters not their age or social status.
Who will see? Who will care?
I see, I care.
Neither race nor sex makes a difference,
To a court already blinded,
In the unbalanced scales.
Who will see? Who will care?
For God does care, he sees it all.
And in his hands the scales are balanced.
None shall escape that have mained.
For when it is asked who see or who cares?
I have seen and I care.
Poetry by Judy T Lloyd
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 15:03
Tags Abuse  Society  Justice 
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