Children Learning To Mistrust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Children Learning To Mistrust



Slates of time are blank, waiting to be written upon once
again, as ages past have fallen from it's writing, leaving
empty pages to begin in the future.

Noticing repulsive distinctions made by man, sharing in
his complacency, the work of the damned, not withstanding
many doubts that have crept into a few great minds.

Tolerance of evil is now widespread, lusting after every-
one, raising many eyebrows, man crawling on all fours as
if he has become an animal in heat.

Daring, out in open spaces to touch and caress in front
of any passers-by, sexually painting pictures, for little
children.

Growing up, trying to take the time to play, adults just
seem to get in their way, sometimes seeking pleasures
sexually from little ones, because they cannot fight back.

Hurting and ruining their little, now lifeless, bodies,
cruelty running rampant throughout the world today, no one
seems to care as our children get thrown away.

Minds are being wasted, hate is being planted, authority
is being abused, as little children cannot find even a
safe corner to hide in.

Innocently trying to find a place to play, no thoughts but
joy upon their minds, when along comes some man, sex upon
his mind, grabbing children and running away with them.

Avoiding other people, they seek hidden places in the dark,
finding ways to perform their evil deeds on children at very
tender ages.

They are being made to face adult situations involving sex,
their young minds cannot take it in, traumatized beyond their
existence and knowledge wanting to die or kill themselves.

What kind of beast would want to hurt someone so young and
lovely, tearing their lives apart and making them grow up
in filthy shame?

What form of monster prefers sexually abusing children who
haven't even finished their childhood or playing, being rob-
bed of everything that's innocent and pure?

Little tiny bodies are being abused by masochists, uncompre-
hendingly children are growing into adults before their time
and can never find happiness nor love.

Afraid of being used again by selfish sexual men in lust,
never reaching out for help and mistrusting everyone around
them forever, never feeling safe in life.

Children growing up hating adults and authority, never
knowing why, because their minds have blocked out what
they cannot comprehend.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 17 March 2016

The slates of time are really blank today. With the wickedness of mankind. Nice piece of work.

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