Suffering Children = My Torment
The hot water makes me think,a child could be tortured with it
The cold water makes me think
a child could be plunged into it
Taking a shower isn't pleasant
when your mind brings about such thoughts.
Flames on the stove, a sizzling skillet there
makes me think of children being burned to death.
The freezer makes me think,
of children being locked inside to freeze to death.
What about the knife, lying in the drawer.
Evil people have used knives
on children throughout history.
Such tormenting thoughts make fixing a meal difficult.
Crossing a bridge over a wide and deep river
I think of a child drowning and the terror it must endure.
This is my torment. In dreams I see evil everywhere hurting children
And me, helpless to save them.
I try running to them but move as through molasses.
I scream but no sound escapes.
I awake in terror, looking for the child who needs me,
The child I could not save, the child who was tortured
because I could not move fast enough.
Evil has triumphed.
Why?
This is my maddness.
God protect the children,
Please protect the children.
Why God, won't you protect the children?
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-04-24 at 19:00
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