- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Stolen
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Click hereThe sounds of your cries
When you were born
Was the sweetest melody in my ears
The pride I felt
When i counted your toes
Fingers and more
Perfection a gift from God
At ten months old
A stranger came
Snatched you from your safety net
I cried
I trembled in fear
For no one knew
And then eight days later
Your bruised battered body was found
I should have started out by saying
"I Live In South Africa"
Where the lives of babes
Amount to zero
And the animals are heroes.
- COMMENTS
UnderYourSpellover 15 years agoI don't know what to say, I have read about such things happening and I have put my name on petitions to stop it but what good is that a world away from where ignorance shatters lives. Your poetry is deeply moving
lorencinoover 15 years ago<br>There is so much heart-wrenching power in these seemingly niavely crafted lines. <br><br>
This is no-bullshit, in-your-face, get-over-your-romantic-indulgence wrioting that leaves the person of the poem meekly naked in all her pain before your astonished eyes.<br><br>
Well done!<br>
