A TORTURED SOUL

For what you are to read

You must in mind prepare

For this it was a crime so sad

Go forth and say a prayer

A tortured soul; the subject

Of a truly heinous crime

Made to suffer untold hurt

That built up over time

The culprits; it was shocking

To ever think they could

But his Mother was the villain

Who destroyed his childhood

Stepfather ; her assistant

Evil partner in her deeds

Inflicting brutal acts so grave

Ignoring all his needs

The sand was flowing fast

From the hourglass of time

Those caring hands held out

Let him slip into his shrine

A cell of human torture

A place where he would rot

A life that was so precious

Ebbed away into a dot

Starved until it hurt

His little belly it did swell

Tiny bones left jutting out

His mind a living hell

Poor boy; oh how he suffered

The excuses they were rife

Explanations of an illness

Gave the system so much strife

So do we curse the hands that tortured him?

Tore his whole world up in bits

Left him with no hope for life

Those brutal; heartless gits

There is no doubt they are to blame

This child he suffered so

Locked within a prison

No place for him to go

But the system it was lacking

It defended family ties

Even when his family

All they did was spit out lies

A system that is present

For those helpless broken few

Those beaten; sad and lonely

What is a kid to do?

The innocence of a child

Is one to cherish not abuse

Their life is in an adult’s hands

Not one that they can choose

So when you tuck your children up

Every night and watch them sleep

A thought for all those tortured souls

A watchful eye we all should keep ..