How Much Longer Will It Go On
He was the child that did not smile, or live
or breath, towards his death he did not look
as though he had the time to duck and dive
he was taught to live or die by the book
Bruised and battered in a dishevelled state
hiding in corners wrapped only in tears
he, deprived of love, a child they did hate
starved of food, under the stairs, hiding fears
Then justice stepped in and took him away
to a home full of love, fun and laughter
in that tormented life he could not stay
as one so young he could not look after
He grew into a man without a care
Adopted a child, saved them from despair.
©1/3/2014
Shackled
Deprived of freedom then held as a slave
mental torture, in every race and creed
trapped in a void, while trying to be brave
inside looking out, a broken heart bleeds
Tormented, abused, while home is their jail
shunned by a partner and tainted with lies
no contact with friends including no mail
then pushed to the brink each day they despise
Whispered sweet nothings, then captured by love
charmed to the alter, their vows they both read
the cracks appear, as does a boxing glove
sentenced to life for an innocent deed
With prayer and patience they will be released
A living hell at the hands of a beast.
1/3/2014
Note* This is a double sonnet. I used the same title
for both as these despicable crimes can happen to
anyone of any age in any country and we should not
close our eyes to the fact that it could be happening
in our neighbourhood to people we know…
Copyright © David Williams | Year Posted 2014
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