Child Abuse Poems

What she needed was - attention
Post a picture reeallll nice…  
Momma never gave her what - she needed
Daddy never tucked her in - at night
 
So she post her face – every - night now
Writes a nice little meme...Read More

So many children, so much loss.
Many tears shed, from many a different cause.
Maybe Mom died of cancer, or a dad with no answer.
A drug deal gone wrong, broken homes and broken bones.

Forgotten and neglected, maybe caused by a bottle.
It could...Read More

Why Me?? 

I was flying above the clouds like a fairy with shiny wings
And was talking to the rising moon like a little pheasant 
When my mother woke me up from my dream 
To have breakfast with my favorite cream
Today...Read More

My village was dusty and burning
Everyone was screaming and running
I stood dumb in the chaos, my eyes rolling
Tried to listen out for mother’s calling

The noise of death was the only sound
My pants wetted, a boot pinned me to the ground
My...Read More

(a friend of mines son died some years ago while out with his dad working on the rubbish truck)..

IF HE STILL HAD A VOICE..
The day the angels came, i didnt then know why,
Untill i saw my fathers eyes, as he...Read More

Your sickness dances on your soul
Strengthens the cage that holds you 
Walks back and forth like an inquisitor
Allows the dripping of pain and horrors of again to spike 
Forces heart and hands to want more 
Brings vivid glimpses of what’s...Read More

Ince St. Child
by Michael R. Burch 
 
When she was a child
in a dark forest of fear,
imagination cast its strange light
into secret places,
scattering traces
of illumination so bright,
years later, she could still find them there,
their light undefiled.
 
When she was young,
the...Read More

A World Few Know.
.
A subterranean world
Deep in the bowels of the ground 
Unseen by the city above
One that seems not to care
Where there isn’t much love
.
Broken children huddle together
In their makeshift holes
Trying to grt back their lives
The parents stole
Runaways the...Read More

Not Elves, Exactly
by Michael R. Burch

Something there is that likes a wall,
that likes it spiked and likes it tall,

that likes its pikes’ sharp rows of teeth
and doesn’t mind its victims’ grief

(wherever they come from, far or wide)
as long as they...Read More

All the best from the West 
Working, partying and no rest 
Money, materials  and the jest
All the best from the West 
Loneliness , depression and the nest 
Victims, tears and the test
Rights, abuse and the vest
All the best from...Read More

Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating 
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring 
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure...Read More

Screams, screeches, groans and wails, 
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood, 
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
This is what Humanity witnesses everyday 

Kids are blinded,
Men are jailed
Women are molested, 
The old are tortured

Luckily, you have food, 
Billions are starving, 
You...Read More

spry within the shadows you come
wry amidst the darkness you haunt
i care not what it is you want
why is it my soul you still taunt?

do not taint my mind with your past
you have no power over me
spew your wretched words...Read More

I open my eyes, no time to react
The bottle glass flies, my father's face cracked
Sirens at the window,my father's goin' to jail
 It's not the end though, my lonely face so pale
Just six years old, ripped from my home
But it...Read More

Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not possibly be wrong?
You have too much pride for that. 
I have been here now, 
nearly...Read More

Mental Health
aka Crazy

The very topic is inclusive of the word, 
that haunts our every step from birth;
until our last breath. 

Fear has no power except that which we give it. 
Knowing that we are all passing away, 
every day of...Read More

Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)

My dear friend told me I was a good mom today. 
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang to my eyes. 
I had no way to express my sadness. 

He has bad shoes....Read More

If you could see through their eyes...and see what they've seen.
You would see a part of this world...where no child should ever be.
The part full of hate...the part full of evil and sin.
Abused little children...tossed aside by their kin.

Mommy and...Read More

when will the misery dissapear,
why cant i just block the terrors out?
my life will never be clear,
my words are never heard even if i shout,
the pain of a thousand spears,
i've drifted from the correct route,
subdue the tears,
i've lost what my...Read More

Control! Why I say!
It does not make great

Control! It tends to go to peoples head sometimes
It is really a state of mind

Control! Can be evil ,can be good
If we use it in the right way
Like we should

Control! Will make you...Read More

Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane and sang
“Happy Birthday” in the rain, while she
washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does not belong.

For much unlike her maddened...Read More

I know its hard to imagine now
But some day you’ll be the key and not the lock
The exception not the rule
Some day you’ll be a source of strength to others
Even though today you feel so weak
You’ll be a voice amongst...Read More

I went to karate to learn how to kick

And there I found a super sweet chick

I wanted her to give me a lick

So I axe kicked in half a large stack of brick

Before I could brag my sensei asked for...Read More

Child laborers like us
Live in a world of reality
Where domestic violence is a commonality
Amidst high infant mortality

Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity
No individuality
Fear of homosexuality

Ours is a world of frugality
Full of sick mentality
An abundance of rascality, criminality, carnality, illegality
No traces of...Read More

The censer clanks
the smoke rises.
An attempt is made
to hypnotize.
It wafts across
the naive
The priest like
a magician has
a trick he uses
to deceive.
The incense odor,
causes a spiritual
trip.
Chanting in Latin,
locks his grip.
Affecting only  
those who are on 
 a guilt trip.
A stronger odor...Read More