Small boy huddled in a corner
He will never question why
He did not dishonour his father
But that did not stop the black eye
Little baby all battered and beaten
Can not hide away being bruised
Mother can not stop her drinking
But the baby should not be abused
Young girl is daddys' pride and joy
She worships him, no one can know
Makes her protect his little secret
Does not listen when she says no
I look down, crying tears in the dust
In that dust my tears glisten
Knowing that children do not deserve this
Hoping, out there, people will listen
Oct 21, 2009
Oct 21, 2009 at 11:24 PM UTC
Small boy huddled in a corner
He will never question why
He did not dishonour his father
But that did not stop the black eye
Little baby all battered and beaten
Can not hide away being bruised
Mother can not stop her drinking
But the baby should not be abused
Young girl is daddys' pride and joy
She worships him, no one can know
Makes her protect his little secret
Does not listen when she says no
I look down, crying tears in the dust
In that dust my tears glisten
Knowing that children do not deserve this
Hoping, out there, people will listen
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