Mr and Mrs
They walk around together
Never apart
Minds demented
From a broken heart
She was only thirteen
Grandaughter Lisa
When a paedophile
Left her to die
In a skip she was found
Gagged and bound
Her immature body
Tortured and wrecked
He sits in his cell
Looked after well
Three meals a day
And plenty to say
About his PRE-DICKAMENT
As he lies in his bed
Happy and well fed
Plays with his dick
His favourite little trick
Lying there musing
About life outside
But they walk around together
Never apart
Minds demented
From a broken heart
Thunder, lighting nor
Storms of life
could have prepared
This man and his wife
Their little one
Taken
From the family nest
By a cold callous
Killer,who
Abused,raped her
Then laid her to rest
In a black bin bag
Thats how her body was found
With her hands tied and bound
He's coming out soon
A repentant heart
Parole boards decided
He needs a new start
He says three hail Marys
And prays everyday
Parole board seem to think he's ok
He won't re-offend
His predatory sex
Has come to an end
He's seen the error of his way
Parole board has given the ok
For him it will be
Like a brand new day
But they walk around together
Never apart
Minds demented
From a broken heart.
Elaine Booth
Tue 15th Mar 2011 23:12
Fantastic, Chris. I am all for the graphic images you use. It is the comparison between "his" cosy world and the reality of what has been done and the continuing suffering of the parents that gives the poem it's intensity and power. Absolutely wonderful poem. Well said, Christine.