Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

The Butcher of Canning Vale

(A True Story)

She was only seven, this little petite Asian girl
took a trip to Canning Vale,
on a shopping spree, as a surprise.
But this day there, lingered evil
working at the local grocery store,
saw the little girl, grab her unbelievable in a crowd
to the public convenience fled.
Her brother did search in this place
but to no avail,
called out in desperation her name,
a sound from the cubicle disguised
sent him away.
The Butcher snapped her arms and legs
like a new born twig upon a tree, 
then had his way,
but analyst says
she was dead before the deed,
which when interviewed disappointed him,
this bastard.
She died an agonizing death
yet he still lives, at society’s expense,
because today we are taught to tolerate
while lawyers profit to the shame of the human race.
One can imagine the sheer fear
in those final seconds of this little girl,
at the hands of the likes of the
Canning Vale Butcher.
My tears on this page as I write
I hope God are not wasted, as those for this sick society are!!

Last week in Wales
April a little girl was abducted
as yet to be found five days on,
bringing back memories of the above
in Canning Vale, Perth, W.A, Australia.
a few hundred yards from where I lived
yet I did nothing to stop this,
my excuse of not knowing
does not abide well!!!!!!

© Harry J Horsman 2012

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Joyce Johnson January 16, 2013 at 11:00 AM Where do they come from these monsters and how can they hide in polite society until they strike? They should have big letter S blazing on their foreheads. Why do they make us all feel guilty and depraved that they have walked among us and we haven't known. Thank you Harry. for leading me to your words and for your praise of my poem. We are having to lock up our children wheile the garbage walks free. Love, Joyce

Modupe Sefunmi October 19, 2012 at 2:02 AM A touching poem you have here! This echo my heart cry (each time I hear or read of another senseless killing in my country, Nigeria). Yes, man is inherently evil-- as William Golding says in his novel Lord of the Flies. The world is becoming more and more dangerous for sane people.

Joe Maverick October 10, 2012 at 1:15 PM A harrowing piece indeed that fills me with despair amongst other emotions Harry, this is a symtom of the sick way the world is going.." yours Joe..)

Laura Breidenthal October 10, 2012 at 12:33 AM You are a very versatile writer. I am amazed by how many forms you have tried and mastered. This was a master poem in itself. Incredibly moving write that almost brought a tear to my eye - it pulled the heartstrings for sure...and angered me. That means it was great. And by the look of the comments below, I have tah say, I am not the only one. ;) Always, Laura

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 9, 2012 at 9:45 AM oh harry such a sad and utterly tragic double story of children being snatched and tormented and killed for a momentary pleasure of a sick mind .. we have many exploited children in USA missing or human trafficking or worse luv .. sharing your pain and tears luv .

Len Gasun October 9, 2012 at 12:55 AM Well-done poem my dear friend, but a horrible story. thanks for sharing!! hugs:) Leonora

Don Johnson October 8, 2012 at 3:53 PM mongrels need a price for the deed, the eye 4 eye interface, swish of a pickhandle, felt 4 the deed, down between the ears the place... re: 'The Butcher of Canning Vale' Harry J Horsman Don

Sara Kendrick October 8, 2012 at 3:44 PM These happenings are horrible to hear and see about on TV...I hope they find the little girl that is missing..I hope that she is alright but usually after so many days it is usually a body that they are searching for..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Andrea Dietrich October 8, 2012 at 2:53 PM oh my gosh, that is simply horrible how he snapped her arms and legs. So the bastard is just sitting in prison using up all the taxes of good people? It is beyond comprehension, Harry. I feel your anger!! You could do nothing. How could you ever have known? well, getting ready to leave the school soon. It was nice seeing you here. If there is time, i will be doing a blog first. maybe it will be one to prove useful to you too!

Michael J. Falotico October 8, 2012 at 2:12 PM Strong passionate write Harry on a subject that saddens many. Well written piece my friend. MJF

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl October 8, 2012 at 12:53 PM if only we could do something, none of us are able that is the damn shame of it all but not doing anything while suspecting is the worst crime and you are not guitly of that xx

Victoria Anderson-Throop October 8, 2012 at 12:10 PM Harry, With each child abducted, murdered or vanished, hearts should bleed. We are hardened and immune by the overdose of bad news. Shame on us! It gives pause to the dissolution of the death penalty for heinous crimes--the idea being continued guilt is worse than death. But the sociopaths are without conscience--I think we should use them for scientific research. (ok...I am also vile and hate filled when I know these pigs watch tv & play video games for life)