Holocaust Child Abuse Poems

Our beautiful children are dying
In Africa, Europe, the Middle East
Asia, the Americas,
And in every projects where there is no peace.
Our black children are dying
For lack...

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Never thought I'd live long enough to see a holocaust.
A holy slip of land whittled into a divining rod for carnage and death.
The footsteps of...

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Wake up in the midnight,
Staring at the window outside
It slightly far above my sight
A little girl’s hands folded
Cries out in pain
I can read her facial...

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Please

Please don't cry. 
Please don't cry anymore. 
In my memory I can still hear you. 
I can never forget. 
My heart will always hurt inside,...

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There is evil that offends evil.
There is black that is blacker than black.
There is fault-free blood that is a running river.
There is inhumanity that supercedes...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
                Part of a grander...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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When a person looks at the form shaping morality
registered at the ballot box in an open verdict
easy to read between the lines brain dead
signs a...

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Thief of Glory 
 
Faded flowers, 
dead on the table, 
no vase, no water, 
no blood, 
no sacrifice, 
of time, sweat, tears, 
years and fears....

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Bad Discussions 
(Not a nice poem)

By the pound what a sound, 
in morbid delay at death's door. 
Cutting off bits and chunks of souls,
too busy...

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All About Me

Your wife is pretty, 
You are stupid. 
When she finds, 
another man, (and she will)
a better man,  (one that does not leave)
one...

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Just Glass

I was six and new, she was old and not. 
It was so sad. 
A lesson I will never forget, 
and, or repeat.

Grandma?

No, don’t...

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Harsh Trades (Child Custody)

My daughter is home.
Back from her fathers, 
house. 
She smiled and hugged,
me,
at the door.

Now…, safe.

I do not see marks, 
I do not...

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Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the...

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I was born of the Eternal Flame,
forged in the Fires of Divine Will;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
learnt to walk on the odes...

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