Our children’s hearts are crying out in panic-stricken fear... |
Hopelessly Marred Our children’s hearts are crying out In panic-stricken fear; They don’t know what it’s all about, They hide behind a tear. Where can one start to tell the tale Of anguish, latent pain? A happy childhood now gone stale As joy turns to disdain… The problem lies within the mind, Quite psychological; A weakness, uncontrolled we find, With thoughts illogical. The hurt is deep for all involved, Especially the child; Their innocence of life dissolved By acts of those gone wild. The children do not run for help, They know not where to go; One seldom hears a young one yelp… Sheer fear inside does grow. Their anger and the pain within Evolves throughout their lives; Some try to cope through discipline, Some pray that help arrives. The problem’s hard and deep and sad, The end seems not in sight; A population has gone mad With sickening delight. A lack of help – and ignorance Have plagued our children, dear. They suffer with the consequence, Which is... at best... severe. Somehow, we’ve go to stop these souls Before still more are scarred; Their victim’s rights to reach their goals Now hopelessly are marred! |