Injustice Poem by John Griffiths

Who could have helped this child,
When his body ached with pain.
While the mother kept abusing,
Time and time again.

The court-House had it’s chance,
But the mother stood there lying,
Insisting that she loved her child,
And didn’t mind his crying.

It only took a promise,
That the mother made the court,
For the child to be returned back home,
From the protection that he sought.

With no one left to turn to,
He lost the will to fight.
As the cruelty still continued,
When each day turned into night.

He heard her coming up the stairs,
As he hid beneath the cover.
Knowing that the pain would start,
With no mercy from his mother.

He looked up from his makeshift bed,
Through eyes still red and sore.
Knowing what would happen,
When she came in through the door.

His body started shaking,
When she came towards his bed.
He prayed it would be over,
As she grabbed him by the head.

Then suddenly, it ended,
As the grey mist rolled away.
Bringing forth the sunshine,
On the start of his new day.

His body looks so peaceful,
Now the pain has left his face.
The shroud can hide the injuries,
But not the whole disgrace.

The moral of this poem,
Is to let the child be heard.
Still listen to the parents,
But, don’t take their every word.