Treasure Island

Helen Antonas


Murder of a child

I saw on the news a little girl was raped and killed
Only 8 years old, her life not yet fulfilled

What prompted that animal to do the things he did?
Why would anyone hurt an innocent little kid?

There will be many How's? Why's? and When's?
All unanswered questions, the asking will never end

The family of the child has to live with the grief
The heartache, the sorrow and the disbelief

What about the killer's family? Didn't they know their son?
Didn't they know that he would kill a little one?

They have to now live with all of the shame
Are they the ones who should be blamed?

Their son is a killer, sick in the head
How would they feel being the parents of the dead?

My heart bleeds for the little girls family and friends
Lets hope this criminal gets what he deserves in the end.

May you rest in peace little one, away from the hurt
Your killer is the lowest of low piece of dirt

He will rot in jail for the rest of his days
He will get his just deserts; he will be made to pay.

Submitted: Monday, July 03, 2006
Edited: Thursday, August 12, 2010

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  • Barbara Terry (7/3/2006 11:11:00 PM)

    This is a very sad poem. The questions will always be asked; 'What made him do it? ' There are many sick in the head guys in our world, that just don't seem to care about the sanctity of life. Every day there is a card that comes in our mail that says; 'Have you seen us? ' It is just horrible how people can just kidnap others, sexually abuse them and then kill them. Everytime I read something like this, I just have to cry and pray for those souls that have been taken from the world too soon. But let's also pray for the criminally insane, because their sickness is what made them do this.

    I don't think we'll ever understand just what makes a person do something this horrible, but it seems to never stop either.

    This was written from the heart and soul, and thanx for sharing. Barbara (Report) Reply

  • Dee Daffodil (7/3/2006 10:09:00 PM)

    Helen...Sounds like a familiar tone you poem...'How Could You...' Excellent job on your poem!
    Dee (Report) Reply

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