I see this child is troubled, lost alone.

Heavily burdened with fears unknown.

Eyes filled with pain guarded yet alert.

Speak of untold humiliation and hurt

By words and deeds they don

Their emotions unstable like shifting sand.

How can we help them grow strong and tall.

Teach them to cope when they hit a wall

Of hate, prejudice and abuse.

No matter the circumstance there is no excuse

To take advantage of one so young

And give vent to a poisoned tongue;

Or raise a fist and do your worst,

And take away this young child`s trust.

Pain and poverty is plain to see

But we must help put a stop to all brutality.

So often we turn away not knowing what to do.

Don

The pain and suffering of children seems on the increase.

We try to wipe out this evil, but in truth will it ever cease?

In memory of  Baby P and  Victoria Climbie