A shadow cast upon the floor,

scratch marks on a broken door.

Shattered windows with no pane,

filthy rugs hide dried blood stains.

A mattress strewn upon the ground,

no sheets upon it can be found.

Amidst the sloven home is seen,

a child though this should not have been.

No where else has he ever known,

chaos and violence is all he’s shown.

No one there to dry his tears,

to hold him close and calm his fears.

Who will take him from this place?

this rotting dungeon of a space.

By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)

There are so many children in this world who are made to suffer, who have never known an ounce of care and love. It truly breaks my heart to imagine the horrors some kids face.


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