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The short walk home

Andrew Walker aged 8 years old,
Doing as he was told,
Will leave West Hoxton Primary School at 3.14 pm today.
He will kick a can along the path.. all the way.
He will walk towards his home in Hope Street,
Smiling his winning smile to anyone he might meet.
Preferring the joy of walking to the pain of bus travel.
He will laugh, the joy of a child, as he watches life unravel.
It is only a walk of 200 metres but he will not get there.
Life will rise from darkness and despair,
And as he approaches the West Hoxton Basketball gym,
a black Ford Falcon will pull up close to him. 
Leaving the car engine running,  Mr Williams will go up to him and play.
And the light in his eyes will slowly fade away. 
Mr Williams will offer him money to go into the toilets in the park.
Andrew will say no, explaining that his Mother will be worried if he’s out after dark.
At 5.12pm a local man John Ragen will go into the toilet,
And stop breathing for a moment.
He will quickly call the local Police.
And stare at Andrew  now as cold as ice.
The Police will find little Andrew’s blood-stained body on the cold
concrete of the toilet block...just as they were told.
They will not find his pants or underpants.
They will find barbed wire tied around his hands.
At 8.14pm Mrs Walker , Andrew’s mother will be asked to identify
her son’s broken body as it lies in the morgue without dignity.
She will bite down on her clenched fist until it bleeds.
She will  cease to feel anything as the time speeds.
She will weep tears of blood.
And fall upon the back lawn into the mud. 
At 3.30 am Mrs Walker will take a bottle of sleeping pills,
And sleep, preferring the safety of darkness to the horror of the light that kills.
Her last words in this dark world will be “I love you Andy Pandy.”

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  1. Date: 6/23/2013 10:03:00 PM
    a poem of inner cleansing well written Shadow x smiles

    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 6/23/2013 11:55:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Indeed I did feel a bit better after writing about this. Thank you
  1. Date: 6/17/2013 5:50:00 PM
    I am not sure what to think of such a terrible thing. If this is close to something you know I pray God will be with you and ease your mind.

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 8:51:00 PM
    This is so, so sad. I detect bitterness in you over something. But, regardless of all of that your content and poetic style are really good. I also detect a form of catharsis in the poem.

    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 6/23/2013 11:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes I guess so. We just want to understand.
  1. Date: 4/29/2013 6:21:00 PM
    What is the point of saying who cares . I wish you only good luck with what you write. But if you feel proud of putting me down for my thoughts so be it. Keep at it we all get what we give!

    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 5/1/2013 2:38:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    The point of saying "who cares" is to make you realise that nobody cares.
  1. Date: 4/3/2013 2:31:00 AM

    Purple Avatar Nithin Purple
    Date: 4/4/2013 8:19:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Nice one....and can tell somebody too..well penned
    Purple Avatar Nithin Purple
    Date: 4/4/2013 8:18:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Methought a vibrated story""
    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 4/3/2013 11:37:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    by honour! may u can't read it the heading!! its a poem!!! nit wit
  1. Date: 3/28/2013 6:21:00 PM
    Thank you for sharing pretty cool write.

  1. Date: 3/26/2013 3:17:00 AM
    Wow an interesting rhymin ballade. The boy is nice to read about. Thumbs up!