Please read this poem. I have now been able To put the Author's name to this poem, so I can credit this very moving poem to Her. Also thank her for letting me keep the poem on my site for you to read. After each one of you do read the poem, can you help save a child. There are old people abused to and they need the help too. If you see or know of a child or adult being abused in any way. Have the guts to report them but please make sure your story is true. Know the difference but if you see it happen, go to the police. The police can make sure you are protected but please do not turn away any more. Let's put these bullies away and help a child live. I am not ashamed I did step in many years ago. I use to rush home from work to take the child away from his mother to feed him and love him. But I could not go on as I had my own children, work and rescue this child each day from a mental mother. She begged not to report her but it got worse. To try to fool me she drugged him so I thought he was a sleep. But I was heading for a brake down and decided to go to the police. This little boy went to a lovely home with caring parents and the mother was sentence to a mental hospital. I never saw them again. But I felt I did right, I gave that child the chance to live. So many turn an eye because they do not want to get envolved. They have a comfortable life so why interfere. This selfishness is killing many children each day.

Please be the one to speak out and report a child being hurt, abused and sufferring at the hands of evil and violent guardians we call Parents.

GIVE A CHILD LIFE.

Sarah

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
! He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my da$@*&&continues
With more bad words spoken...
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

COPYRIGHT©1975 By Gayle Jones. All Rights Reserved.
   
   
   
   
   
Safe in God's Heaven.
Angel's they become.

There are thousands of children out there just like Sarah. And you can help. Speak out and not ignore it. Look at the innocent pictures above. I did not show you beaten children. The poem speaks for every child abused. Yes indeed they become angels in Heaven, never to be hurt again.

GIVE A CHILD LIFE


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