THE BROTHERS GRIM (based on a true story)

He was just a little boy
When they stole his life away
Two years old; a child so young
It was a sad and sombre day

His Mummy was distracted
Just for a minute; maybe two
His wandering took him to the hell
Of what these fiends would do
Their purpose was alarming
A twisted sense of fun
Nasty; wicked and oh so cruel
They’d only just begun

So by the hand he led him
From the safety of his Mother
Honest eyes and trusting soul
Beast’s guise was that of brother
These two dark hooded figures
Were'nt what you would think
Demonic though their thoughts were
Not old enough to drink
Cos those dirty filthy scumbags
On their birthdays just been ten
But their minds were pure of evil
As they led him to their den

This poor child he was crying
His Mummy he did need
But he was too young to understand
Their brutal heartless deed
The streets they were not helpful
And people just played dumb
Not much room for sentiment
Just two brothers playing Mum?!

So going without question
The two boys led the way
Stopping for refreshment
Before his judgement day

That little lad was weeping
"Stop that god damn stupid noise!”
Slammed his head into a wall
So evil were those boys
Dazed and sick with fear
The mite he did comply
Not old enough to worry
That maybe he could die

Still the streets were silent
No intervention for this boy
Two years old, tears and hurt
Tales of brothers; a decoy
Nearing their destination
The boys they found their way
An isolated railway line
And this is where he’d stay
By now his body weaker
Struggling to even stand
They hurled stones and bricks at him
And dragged him by the hand

The first youth he just stood there
For a while to view his mate
Laughing at the blood that fell
What a poorly state
With his fists he hammered
His body gave a crunch
A booted foot; cracked a rib
Then reigned down with a punch
Standing back he revelled
In his shocking work of art
Porcelain plastered skin and bone
His 'fiend' had yet to start

This poor mite now was lost
To the vile acts so cold
Barbaric evil reigning down
Nauseous strikes so bold
Laughing as they watched
Their minds just full of hate
Twisted; angry; evil glares
For penance much too late

It carried on for hours
Not sure what killed him first
There were too many injuries
To tell what was the worst
His body was all doll-like
Lay upon the tracks
They reckoned if they placed him there
The train would hide their acts
Delusion was their problem
With those monsters they call kids
The pieces of that broken child
Spread all around the skids

They carried on regardless
Several days they were free ‘men’
But the cops they were too clever
They found their wicked den

The lies they kept on coming
But no one was now deceived
The agony of a Mother’s loss
Destroyed; can’t be believed

Pure torture had now started
She re-lived his pain and hurt
Suffocating in his torment
Felt his presence round her skirt
Holding on to cuddles
Ones she’d had and ones now gone
Heartache; oh so crippling
What had these devils done
The pain it would not leave her
She inhaled it day and night
Waking to her screaming
Felt all her poor son’s fright

So as the trial came closer
Her comfort had to be
Found within their sentence
Justice she’d have to see
But on the day of reckoning
The judge he did declare
That the problem with this heinous case
Stood in the dock right there
Those demons should be locked away
Until their souls do rot
"But by Law no child can pay that price”
So ten years was all they got!