Breaking Innocent Souls Of Children Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A cult in every meaning of the word, entering innocent children's
worlds, breaking their souls in two, allowing satan to use them
for perverse sexual abuses.
Growing up, never learning about God, only the motives of man in
his scheming plans, plotting to enhance adult lives at the
expense of children.
Outsiders, learning about the myriad abuses, bring in sheriffs
and marshals, taking away the innocents in this perverse world
of supposed religion.
Wailing, moaning, sobbing from their souls to heaven, raking
their innermost beings across hottest coals, flailing little
minds with no reason or understanding.
An incessant gale of young voices, surrounding mother's ears
with the sounds of grief, intensely drowning out life's abyss
with tears of baby's souls.
Hands reaching out for a mother's love, grasping only air,
then hiding tear-stained faces with empty little hands, not
understanding what they've done wrong - no one explaining any
thing to them.
Children being made to pay for sins of perverse parents against
laws of human nature and commandments of God.
There is no justice for those too young to know what their
lives signify in a cult with no basis in religion at all.