Tears In The Dust

Written by: Chris Smith

Small boy huddled in a corner

He will never question why

He did not dishonour his father

But that did not stop the black eye



Little baby all battered and beaten

Can not hide away being bruised

Mother can not stop her drinking

But the baby should not be abused



Young girl is daddys' pride and joy

She worships him, no one can know

Makes her protect his little secret

Does not listen when she says no



I look down, crying tears in the dust

In that dust my tears glisten

Knowing that children do not deserve this

Hoping, out there, people will listen