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THE MIRROR MAN SEES

(contains references to sensitive issues)

 

She’s just a babe

he’s only two

of youth refill

they’re broken in

 

but leave no mark  

so they're unspoiled

for clients booked

it's all arranged

 

no tracks you'll leave

their brain's not through

not 'til they’re three

so chill out dame

 

the program works

divert impel

‘'you crazy sh-t

here take this pill’

 

nobody hears

if told some tales

but they won't talk

their lips are sealed

 

from dot they’re trained

they’re here for us

don't have to guess

‘you talk, you die!’

 

so pay the fee

their price is high

and bring this dog

they’ll do it all

 

and shouldn’t you

take all you're due

you work real hard-

on nectar sup

-

Stop! Not so quick

for veils can lift

and imprints made

don’t ever die

 

archival facts

reveal themselves

when day arrives

you’ll face the Judge

 

and when you breach

a petal new

it injures both

and gear stick shifts

 

you've soiled life's bed

with squalid stains

now own the Sh-t

says mirror man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by
eleanor-prince
Published
Sep 14, 2018
Lines·Words
52·180
Notes

From time to time an instance comes to light involving well-organized abuse at an almost unimaginable level. Children from a very young age are trained to provide all manner of ****** services to meet the demands of deviant and sadistic clients. Contrary to what people may think, this happens not just in so-called 'third-world countries,' but in more prosperous lands too.

Even where there is significant corroboration for the veracity of such accounts, survivors can suffer the further indignity of not being believed. There is some movement and improvement in knowledge but more needs to be acknowledged and understood, not only by colleagues and other professionals providing care, but society at large.

It all makes one ponder what leads a perpetrator to act this way. Whilst it helps to understand some act out trauma they themselves received, it is unacceptable behaviour, is still a criminal offence - and it hurts others. We all have choice to decide ahead what we would do if offered an easy way to cross that line. Decency requires we resolve to remember who we want to be in essence and retain this reality check: how would I feel if this was my wife, my child? Refuse to abuse another.

Some boundaries simply should never be breached, even if one is promised immunity from repercussions, e.g. told 'the child won't remember – it won’t hurt them.' Many victims do remember and either way, such incursions rob them of a normal life, something many take for granted. The truth is they are massively, negatively affected on one level or another, often in multiple ways, at whatever age such incursions take place.

The reality is that transgressing on another's boundaries on any level not only harms the recipient but also those violating others. It alters and destroys something in the offender, immediately recognizable or not, and by extension the wider community is affected.

On looking in the mirror an offender may see at best a deluded half-life. As my poem concludes, who would want to be meeting that inner witness to their corrupt and heartless behaviour, their real character looking back at them through the 'man* in the mirror...'

*(either gender can offend - some women sexually abuse too. When a perpetrator takes a good look in the mirror of reality, they may well find themselves confronted with the enormity of what they have done, and who they have become)

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#violation#child#abuse#integrity#payment#justice
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