Help…by Jessie

Have you seen the battered face, of a child, that has been beat?

Lying in a pool of blood, at their attackers feet

Or the empty stare within their eyes, from nothing left to lose

Beaten by their father, who drank his weight in *****

Have you seen the trembling fear, which takes them from within?

And have you seen their broken hearts, brought about by others sins

Have you seen the broken arms, and bodies, which have been burnt?

The cycle as continued, the battered children learnt

The pain…it hurts but at its worst, despairs what kills the soul

And knowing that a loved on beat you, also takes its toll

Have you seen the caskets, laying quietly at you feet?

And the head stones of the children, in rows so nice and neat

So why are you still watching, when you hear the children cry?

Do them all a favor, and open up your eyes