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The depths of mans depravity

Just when I thought it was safe,

To believe that we could not sink any lower,

I happened to watch the news.

(Which should be renamed the depression show.)

I witnessed something so disturbing,

It shocked me!

I have witnessed events of death and depravity,

That would curdle and haunt your mind no end...

Yet I have been shocked...

Look it up, it is true,

It has happened right here in Africa,

The birth place of man...of civilization.

It seems we give birth to horrendous events as well.

A man so depraved,

Does not just beat his girlfriend,

He uses his three day old baby,

(Yes you read right.)

A three day old baby,

To beat her with...

I have till today, never truly, contemplated murder,

but now I can never say that...anymore. 

Sanity prevails and I shall rather pen this horror,

For with Knowledge,

We might, just stop this happening again.

The barrel that contains mans depravity,

Seems to be deeper than I thought before.

I pray it is not deeper still.  

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Christopher Correia

Phillip this is a stunning story, in this world nothing really shocks anymore, but that is def. on another level...the heart of man can be a very cold place...it might take a while to get this one out of my mind, yeah I agree with Keondra Kennard; we should pray and pray often...well written post bye the way...cheers

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Phillip Arthur ...

Thanks, I cannot get the fact he used his own three day old daughter and wielded her as a bat, beat his woman with her, tossed her one side and then continued his attack on his girlfriend, out of my head. He only stopped because he was subdued by passersby. His daughter is dead and his girlfriend in hospital and he is in jail. I pray justice is served.

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