aren't used like so much spoil displayed with polish
to the highest bidder -
what tales do you keep to sleep at night
in perfumed air -
'it's far away some hapless child
not where I drive with tinted glass
they're lower class don't know the Lord
mere runts down town where father drinks
can't pay their rent make decent wage
so sell the kid for sordid nights -
- n - o - it happens
to tender buds in wealthy suites
and poorer shacks in any place
and every age from dot to grown
they stay unseen stare at their sums
are ***** this night sob off to sleep
as mother too walks right on by
deaf to the screams he wants his due
so he will take her brother too
'now be a man' says worm to prince
he lies to all most to his face
and no one sees and no one hears
the silent screams with veil drawn close
they look askance and walk on by
I welcome responses to this poem which is aimed at revealing the culture of silence in 'polite society' - this outpouring of outrage at abuse has been boiling for some time but this poem was sparked off in response to PaganPaul's important and raw poems on this topic https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1923972/the-judderwitch/